Pray
With a price on my mind, I could really talk that ape shit
It cost nothing to flex and inspire the nation
Keep standards high
Or keep standing by
Oh, he's planning cease fire
And we'd rather not
The writing's on the wall, son
Hang it up in bubble letters
Bloody red
What your mother said has really failed you
Hailed you as christ
I'ma help them put the nail through, and finish you...
And still make it home for dinner
Pay attention
Different breed, a different winner
I was sent from above
Love packaged as a sinner
Life had one task, end me
But the math didn't add up
No light for cowards
I'ma stunt and get my bag up
Funeral talk
You was the greatest in your time
I'ma hold down your mother
She ain't wanna see you die
If a lion fights a lion, somebody dyin'
If I put it all together I could sell it by the dime
You better Pray...
You so happy with a grand in your hand you fucked around and lost sight of your man
That nigga held you down really well since the box in the sand
You so eager to break land speed...
A belly full with an empty pantry
Okay everything advances, the world is getting nasty
And there's a mess of you niggas just attacking
I feel like Leonidas in the cracks
One more step I'll put a hole in your back
Relax
That's how I really be feeling, I'm a king in my mind
There's a war going on outside, here's the divide
I care about my niggas more than the average nigga
More than myself
Don't ever let me get wealth
I keep what I kill
And own what I create
We eat the same food
I want more expensive plates
If a lion fight a lion
Somebody dying
When I put it all together
I could sell it by the dime
Lord help me
I put my questions for you in my deepest passions
Through my life you deposit answers
And I know it's through my mother that you speak direct
Please pardon my ignorance
Never cared to learn the dialect
You better pray that you don't meet me in my down time
I'll outline a hundred million ways that I'm about mine
Not seeking the violence but you'll find it if you want it
The BEAMS shine brightly too, the rays is ultra violet
You better pray that beauty's really more than skin deep
You wanna be sheep? I heard you
I really wanna know who hurt you
Loss of virtue
All too often linked with lost of inertia
Now moss is growing where they never thought to nurse you
Thoughts of he
Thoughts of she
Thoughts of we, mad
Pray about it
Ask to borrow knee, pads
Andre's
Hungry enough for all the entrees
But I'll feed ya'll first, cuz what would God say
You better pray
It cost nothing to flex and inspire the nation
Keep standards high
Or keep standing by
Oh, he's planning cease fire
And we'd rather not
The writing's on the wall, son
Hang it up in bubble letters
Bloody red
What your mother said has really failed you
Hailed you as christ
I'ma help them put the nail through, and finish you...
And still make it home for dinner
Pay attention
Different breed, a different winner
I was sent from above
Love packaged as a sinner
Life had one task, end me
But the math didn't add up
No light for cowards
I'ma stunt and get my bag up
Funeral talk
You was the greatest in your time
I'ma hold down your mother
She ain't wanna see you die
If a lion fights a lion, somebody dyin'
If I put it all together I could sell it by the dime
You better Pray...
You so happy with a grand in your hand you fucked around and lost sight of your man
That nigga held you down really well since the box in the sand
You so eager to break land speed...
A belly full with an empty pantry
Okay everything advances, the world is getting nasty
And there's a mess of you niggas just attacking
I feel like Leonidas in the cracks
One more step I'll put a hole in your back
Relax
That's how I really be feeling, I'm a king in my mind
There's a war going on outside, here's the divide
I care about my niggas more than the average nigga
More than myself
Don't ever let me get wealth
I keep what I kill
And own what I create
We eat the same food
I want more expensive plates
If a lion fight a lion
Somebody dying
When I put it all together
I could sell it by the dime
Lord help me
I put my questions for you in my deepest passions
Through my life you deposit answers
And I know it's through my mother that you speak direct
Please pardon my ignorance
Never cared to learn the dialect
You better pray that you don't meet me in my down time
I'll outline a hundred million ways that I'm about mine
Not seeking the violence but you'll find it if you want it
The BEAMS shine brightly too, the rays is ultra violet
You better pray that beauty's really more than skin deep
You wanna be sheep? I heard you
I really wanna know who hurt you
Loss of virtue
All too often linked with lost of inertia
Now moss is growing where they never thought to nurse you
Thoughts of he
Thoughts of she
Thoughts of we, mad
Pray about it
Ask to borrow knee, pads
Andre's
Hungry enough for all the entrees
But I'll feed ya'll first, cuz what would God say
You better pray
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Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme X Optiks
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