Pray 4 Us

I'll flex 'fore I jump in this bitch
Get em all moshin' in pits
Go get a lawyer to check in my books, all my claims is legit
Triple X tat on my ribs
Bad crew, none shall switch
Little ass rappers, the words that they spit are the words I can shit
Fuck it, I'll let em live
Fuck it, nah I won't diss
Nonchalant, pulled the handbrakes on the turn, make it drift
I got the wheel in my hand, who gon' take it?
Baby girl don't you stop sucking I'm coming, close our eyes, pray that we make it

Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
When we on top, and we looking down on em
They'll prolly be out there hating

Pray that we make it
Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
Bad crew, the new rule (New, new)

I got another one waiting, half faded
I had bad memories, she helped erase em
Now I can't feel, the one time that I did left me fucked up
Now I got some trouble displaying it
I called him my brother, I saw his true face
I saw his true colours, they that of a snake
While you was busy plotting your betrayal
I was honing my blade, putting pen to the page
Now I gotta lay em
Now I gotta scale em
Fuck with me again
And alive I shall flay him
Put him in place
Every time I diss em, I throw em some plays
Throw em an audience, made from the ambiance in my songs
And these sounds that I create
I got a long road to be great, shit but you know I'm on my way (The boy's on his way)

Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
When we on top, and we looking down on em
They'll prolly be out there hating

Pray that we make it
Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
Bad crew, the new rule (New, new)

Season season, on the way
Got legions on the way
6000 Demons on the way
What's yo worth boy, how it weigh?
Less than a dime
Go get your weight up, go get you some bread
it's been too long you boys been on a diet
I'm on the side, watching, observing these vermin, fight over women I declined
All of these hoes with a halo or horns, some my angels, I got em in variety
Collecting angels like they barbies, I'm their deity you can call me almighty
All of the shit that I cook in the studio is 3 Michelin stars
They sitting with a rod, fishing for bars,
Me, I'm just sitting on bars, punchlines that hit like Muhammad (Ali)
Swear they be hitting so hard, I got too many of em like salt in saline water
The Dead Sea
What's that? Knowledge I'm flexing
My consciousness is best fit
For an environment, that's neglected

Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
When we on top, and we looking down on em
They'll prolly be out there hating

Pray that we make it
Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
Bad crew, the new rule (New, new)

Season season on the way, they on the way again
None of them, none of them shall weather what I prepared
Let it hit, let it hit, the storm is what they gon' bear
And when I got a voice, is when I'll speak on those affairs
Cause if I get too conscious, they'll cancel me right?
You'll be seeing this side, when I decide it's time
I decide when it's time



Credits
Writer(s): Aryan Sharma
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