Pray

F on all these
H I got it bad I know
Always keep me some backwoods and a bag of dope
Working my 9-5
And I be bagging up
So I don't wanna answer my phone
I can't believe my b
Done left me out to die
It'd be blessing if I
Got someone to ride
Rolling with Lync in a two-seater
Running up my Visa
On my way to meet her

Somebody pray for the n getting money
Cuz we ain't got time
Trust it me sounds way worst
Than it is girl it's on my mind
And if I ain't do what I do
For my crew
And for you
Then I'd be a fool
I'll be doomed
In my coupe
With no room

Today I woke up bagged half an O
Hunnid fifty of more
Some addicted to p
But TWO addicted to dope
I'm too addicted to dough
So I do the things that they won't
If momma knew what I do
She'd say a prayer every morning
If my father knew what I do
He'd prolly square up and all
If my grandma knew what I knew
She'll probably be appalled
We don't through so much struggle
Do anything just to ball
Know that I need to quit it
I won't be trapping for long

Somebody pray for the n getting money
Cuz we ain't got time
Trust it me sounds way worst
Than it is girl it's on my mind
And if I ain't do what I do
For my crew
And for you
Then I'd be a fool
I'll be doomed
In my coupe
With no room

Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up

Me and my n gone run it up
All our s hit like a uppercut
I ain't too worried you n suck
When we step in the building
You outta luck
There ain't too many
Can f with us
100 Grand Records we building up
Tryna make sure
All our pockets stuffed
Once you start getting money
Can't get enough

Somebody pray for the n getting money
Cuz we ain't got time
Trust it me sounds way worst
Than it is girl it's on my mind
And if I ain't do what I do
For my crew
And for you
Then I'd be a fool
I'll be doomed
In my coupe
With no room



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Writer(s): Messiah Corbett
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