Pray
Long nights
Cold sweats
Man I'm bugging
The tears feel em running
Can't shake it
I'm tired of the feeling
I'm willing to get down and pray
P to get paid
R for the Wraith
Screaming out aye
Aye
Aye
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find it
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
So much death in the street
You hear death in the beat
It don't creep
It fuck up yo sleep
Wake in a pool of ya blood
It miss lil cuz
Them slugs just came through the wall
They having a ball just shot up the party and hit all of y'all
Winter through fall
And the summer for show
I'm springing a message and letting me know
It's body for body
The system against em
Even yo homie or bro
Act like you know
Tipping for toe tags
Folks ass
Was looking for hope
But never could grow
Back on the yard and fighting to hard
Them day ones ain't calling no mo
Which way do you go
When the love ain't the same
You losing ya brain and going for broke
My city be soulless
My city be soulless
Breathing is choking
We know that death is approaching
Hurting fr they think that we joking
For toating these poles
That keep em on notice
If it's a way
Then show us
Just show us
Long nights
Cold sweats
Man I'm bugging
The tears feel em running
Can't shake it
I'm tired of the feeling
I'm willing to get down and pray
P to get paid
R for the Wraith
Screaming out aye
Aye
Aye
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
Age not a factor
They Shooting no ransom
Pass me the blick
He ain't blasting
Score like I'm hitting a basket
With a curry or better
G lock
Double G on my sweater
Love a 9 but still shoot a barrette
Everyday that my aim getting better
I'm scoping success
And I'm seeing the cheddar
But so do the rats
And snakes that be screaming out slat
From the raq
No bap
It's a wrap
Honcho gang
Like the world on my back
It's heavy and cold
They talking
I'm knowing it's cap
So merch it
I'm selling these dreams like merchants
Pop up shop
Pop ya top
And I'm swerving
You niggas ain't killas
But snitches with guns that be nervous
And I see it
The season of real ones on time
And I'm yelling out perfect
Not trying to go get it and don't even got it
You niggas be worthless
And the shit that you purchase
Can't cover the surface
Do you know what ya worth is
Do you know what ya worth is
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
A nigga couldn't find it
So I Pray
Dream
Cold sweats
Man I'm bugging
The tears feel em running
Can't shake it
I'm tired of the feeling
I'm willing to get down and pray
P to get paid
R for the Wraith
Screaming out aye
Aye
Aye
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find it
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
So much death in the street
You hear death in the beat
It don't creep
It fuck up yo sleep
Wake in a pool of ya blood
It miss lil cuz
Them slugs just came through the wall
They having a ball just shot up the party and hit all of y'all
Winter through fall
And the summer for show
I'm springing a message and letting me know
It's body for body
The system against em
Even yo homie or bro
Act like you know
Tipping for toe tags
Folks ass
Was looking for hope
But never could grow
Back on the yard and fighting to hard
Them day ones ain't calling no mo
Which way do you go
When the love ain't the same
You losing ya brain and going for broke
My city be soulless
My city be soulless
Breathing is choking
We know that death is approaching
Hurting fr they think that we joking
For toating these poles
That keep em on notice
If it's a way
Then show us
Just show us
Long nights
Cold sweats
Man I'm bugging
The tears feel em running
Can't shake it
I'm tired of the feeling
I'm willing to get down and pray
P to get paid
R for the Wraith
Screaming out aye
Aye
Aye
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
Age not a factor
They Shooting no ransom
Pass me the blick
He ain't blasting
Score like I'm hitting a basket
With a curry or better
G lock
Double G on my sweater
Love a 9 but still shoot a barrette
Everyday that my aim getting better
I'm scoping success
And I'm seeing the cheddar
But so do the rats
And snakes that be screaming out slat
From the raq
No bap
It's a wrap
Honcho gang
Like the world on my back
It's heavy and cold
They talking
I'm knowing it's cap
So merch it
I'm selling these dreams like merchants
Pop up shop
Pop ya top
And I'm swerving
You niggas ain't killas
But snitches with guns that be nervous
And I see it
The season of real ones on time
And I'm yelling out perfect
Not trying to go get it and don't even got it
You niggas be worthless
And the shit that you purchase
Can't cover the surface
Do you know what ya worth is
Do you know what ya worth is
My city be soulless
Kiss of the death and niggas don't notice
Focused on killing and dying like soldiers told us keep our composure
But the street got a hold it squeeze and fold the weak till they scatter like roaches
Then raided the script of life
I wonder who wrote it
Is god on my side
It's demons that's lurking and rising
The love I can't seem to find
Stiff arm like I'm doing the heismen
Passing the fakes I hear em if blinded
Dancing and shining
Timeless diamonds
Down on my ass
And Started just grinding
Reach for a hand
A nigga couldn't find it
A nigga couldn't find it
So I Pray
Dream
Credits
Writer(s): Malique Keene
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