Pray to God

Hum to allah
I been praying I make it far
And uh
Mercy my lord for sinning I will perform
I cannot judge so I send to my God
They tried to violate so I had to go up the score

No matter what I gon feel like I'm that boy
Give me the mic and then greatness I perform
Got in a fight with bae cause I like them whores
I'm Indulging vices make me immature

Pistol jump like hurdles when it speak
Run the track I'm murdering the beat
Nigga only focus is currency
All right

Had my feelings hurt by a lil bitch
Then I realized who the fuck I is
Now I'm back on my bullshit
Yea that's right

I'm not the type that's gon stick around
For that Fucking Drama
I'm not the type thats gon take a bitch out to Benihana's
Baby lemme bend it over then lemme get behind her
She looking for her dream man said that she think she found em

Bitch it ain't me
I can say that's a guarantee
Cause I'm demon from the bullshit that I done seen

What the fuck you mean
Hell nah you can't ride with me
Unless you giving up some cheese
You seen these gas prices lately

Filling up my tank
Like getting an 8th
Man this shit too much

Tryna smoke All day
While I make a plays
Money be my crush

Get up out my way
I hit the fast lane
Man I'm in a rush

But I take a break
Just so I can pray
Can't have em hit me up so

Hum to allah
I been praying I make it far
Mercy my lord for sinning I will perform
I cannot judge so I send to my God
They tried to violate so I had to go up the score

My Rasta bruddah might rattattaa and hit ya pasta
No more mañana
You'll meet ya mama ina life that's after

She call me papa but if she drama
We linking? Nada
My primadonna need to be calm
And aware surroundings

They talking bullshit
But they ain't gonna go do shit I
I've come to the conclusion
I need to give contusion

These knuckles get to boomin
Positive business movement
You won't feel like the cool kid
When you get made a fool bitch

I do my crimes and then I get away
Like OJ
I think it's time I start getting paid my
Own way
I'm Tryna be a C. E. O. some day of my
Own place
Please get in line if you just gonna hate
You so lame

I ain't the one to be worried bout what they saying
I ain't the one thats gon stress a bitch cause she slaying
Nah I'm the one that's gon stress about getting paid
Too many niggas out here be really moving like snakes

Hum to allah
I been praying I make it far
Mercy my lord for sinning I perform
I cannot judge so I send to my God
They tried to violate so I had to up the score

Up the score
My niggas keep them toys
She said she like my voice
Snow bunny beg for more
I turnt her to a s'more
Made her melt into a whore

Pistol steady making noise
Bullets whizzing hit the floor
That boy asleep no snoring
Make a track into the morning
Yea we rolling with the boys
We gon smoke up on some more
Uh