Pray For Em'

I keep my circles smaller than minuscule periods
Got me felling delirious
That Eddie shit Murphy no griffin learning to be less serious
Enjoying life
Learn to keep it collected
Shorty keep me corrected
Got her undressing
But still i look for substance
Intoxicated making adjustments
That liquid confidence make you feel nothing
I leave it all on the table just like a breakfast spot
Next to drop
Trips out the country I'm inna suite in side a Marriott
I'm spending bread like a Rockefeller
Who rock it better
Deo with McQueens in that windy weather
I'm fly as ever
Peso pounds I'm that money getter
Load that beretta
Pull it out when shit getting wet as ever
My umbrella
The clip unloaded
My shit look bloated
From kicking hollows
I tap the bottle
Than twist the top just to ease the problems
Smooth the hustler I'm switching the flow up
Niggas a downplay all the moves that you making until they see that glow up
The smoove slang talker
The dark street walker
I'm flipping
The loop beat stalker
The song sale chalker
I'm tripping
I'm heavy handed and heavy hearted, dearly departed
Leave before i get wild brolic
Empty and drop a cartridge

Got off the phone wit iron pen showed me a stick that had more bullets than Tom Brady
Ray bans wit a flag he looked at me told me to pray for Haiti
His mac was loaded
And hand was bloated
From kicking hollows
He tapped the bottle
And twist the cap
Asked him whats the problem
Feel like he's wasting his time wit the music shit
Ruger clip
Was loaded brass steady shining he's loosing it
This voyage
Atlanta to Charlotte than we touching the county
Moving Blanco up the coast the whip is packed park at the rally's
I'm feeling stiffer
Than Christopher
Rock in the garden
Slap in a clip to the smith and slide to the after party
Night was full of metal
Not talking bout the grammys
Hoodie on du rag and screaming like it was Roc and Danny
Ever since county living he's been the bad guy
Gave himself the title but since he started to question why
Niggas feel as if they could keep his name in they mouthpiece
Iron like robert downey
Fans talking about me
I redact that always thought calling supporters fans was real clown like
Niggas do anything for the light I'm talking Klondike
Learn my lesson from allat dumb shit
Pray for me I'm losing my com sense
The fuckin Menace



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Writer(s): Aaron Brown
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