Pray

She got on tights with the leather skin
She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in
Girl shaped like a coke bottle, Medellín
In love with her 'til she went and let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon' die, it's startin' to be evident
I told her, "Slow down, girl you're heaven-sent"
I'm a thug but I got a heart like Kev and them
And I can't let this girl throw her life away
Kick her dorm room in and told her put the knife away
Took her to the hospital like right away
She a angel with demons, the girl like night and day
Stressed out, parents getting divorced
Girl love 'em both, she ain't tryin' to sit in court
She a square so it's hard to see the angle
And that's why God gave her an guardian angel
It's me, and I'm here for her, swear to God that I'm here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain't had no prior, so she went and did a year for him
She a ride-or-die, like Eve and them
Make home-cooked meals every evening
Start stripping on the side, now I'm tipping on the side
Love life like Joselin and Stevie and them
Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her?
Takin' her son and tryin' to be a man to him
She don't wanna pray, but I told her put her hands to it
I done came a long way from that tan Buick
Yeah, grandmother would be proud of me
Almost got the devil all the way the fuck out of me
Remember momma knockin' on the door hounding me
Bought her a car and a crib even though she doubted me

(When I wake up every day) even though she doubted me
(I thank the lord that we are safe) even though she doubted me
(Again, yeah) even though she doubted me
(That's why you should pray for me)
That's my momma and I love her with my heart like I love you
If you strugglin', baby daddy ain't takin' care of the kids
Girl, you can get a hug too
I'm here whenever you need me, gon' reach out, it's that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn't none of us niggas be breathin'
So let's

{Pray} - bow your head
{Pray} - (bow your head)
{Pray}... (Cole)

Good girl at heart - I remember you well, I remember you well
Got a husband and kid, but I flirt, hope you do a little dirt
Cause I'm diggin' you still, that's real
But na you don't text back and deep down I respect that
Cause even though a nigga wanna tap that shit
I don't wanna be the one to wreck that shit
So, so I fall back, year go by I got more plaques
Just to get a call from you tellin' me you miss me
And you wanna see me next time the tour's back, damn
Well what changed then? She tellin' me a nigga had her caged in
Every time she think about me on the road
She be cryin' realizin' all the places that she ain't been
Well it's cool, I'll pick you up, hold you down, lift you up
These other niggas try and fuck
I'm the only one who cut and still came back to stitch you up
So we fuck, say what? You ain't been home lately
You ain't heard that nigga? Her man left cause she cheated on his ass
Found her pills in a bag, yo she burned that nigga
(She burned that nigga)
Say what? She burned that nigga (she burned that nigga)
Say what? She burned that nigga
Dawg, she burned that nigga
He beat her ass in the crib then he went and did a bid
All cause a bitch burned that nigga
Now dog, that's real ass shit
That's word around the ville ass shit
Did you strap up? Did you the strap up?
Please tell me that you strapped up nigga
We could kill that bitch if you want to
I'm cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn
While I'm sittin' here blessed, she at the crib all alone and she stressed
So nigga I

Pray - bow your head
{Pray} - bow your head
{Pray} - just bow your head
{Pray} - bow your head

When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Again, yeah
That's why you should pray for me
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Amen, ooooh
That's why you should pray for me - that's why you should pray



Credits
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marcello Valenzano, Christian Andrew Berishaj, Andre Christopher Lyon, Brian Betz, Jermaine L. Cole
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