(C-Murder talking)



Check this out my nigga.

I've been a hot boy for a long motherfuckin' time, ya heard me.

It was cool for a minute, but shit I gotta jump up out this shit.

Free from murder attempts on my life, you know.

I got a family to feed, you know.

I'm trying to jump about the game.



(Chours x2)

Hail mary

Hail mary, please help me, I wanna live

And forgive me for the dirt that I did

I been a thug since I was born

And nuttin' change but I been trapped in this game too long



Verse 1 (C-Murder)



Hail Mary

Freak or murder attempts on my life

And my soul is gettin cold and I'm facin' parole

Heavy gangsters looking burry

But who can I tell from my cell to hell, don't let me die in jail

One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall

I'm having dreams about a image trying to kill us all

I count my blessing but I'm stressin', Smith N Wesson

Fool testing my nuts, I'm still throwing them up

And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin' for drama

I found a call from my momma, she don't want me around

And everything I touch seem to turn cold

And every nigga that I hang with don't grow too old

Hail mary



(Chours x2)



Verse 2: (C-Murder)



Two elevens got me sweatin', will I lose my rights

Convicted fellon with 187, facin' twenty five to life

I'm just another lil' nigga ready to ride on dem bustas

Like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder why I trust ya

Use to hustle for fun nigga, a young nigga, dumb nigga

Now they got me on the motherfuckin' run nigga

I used to laugh at them other niggas runnin' from the cops

Now these bitch niggas sweatin' my block

My ghetto dreams got me wishing