Pray About It (feat. Serious Jack)
Slid around the block and ducked an opp
Now I pray about it
Sold those drugs to kids did what I did
Now I pray about it
Snatched a chain
Shot you in your brain
Now I pray about it
Caught your mama lackin' in the church
You should pray about it
Me I'm always leaving with the same gang I came with (Same gang)
That lil' bitch she hang with someone different then she staying with
You playing bitch (Bitch)
She playing different bases
Speaking different languages
Hop up in the whip you know I'm racin' it (Yessir)
(Damn bitch nice rack)
Took her on a date, said I'll be right back
Inside of the kitchen, got her bending over dishes
Afterwards I'll take a picture for the fucking flight back
A wise man once said carry a big stick
I met a thick bitch said I carry a big dick
I said "why thanks that's a mighty fine compliment"
I want to spread you out on my bed like condiments
Take you 'round the world spread you out like continents
Call me Mr. Worldwide I got that confidence
(Certified hood classic)
Slid around the block and ducked an opp
Now I pray about it
Sold those drugs to kids did what I did
Now I pray about it
Snatched a chain
Shot you in your brain
Now I pray about it
Caught your mama lackin' in the church
You should pray about it
Feeling like Maury with a fat ass Latina
Went to my show got a sold out arena
Said you ain't the daddy so you went and did the dash
I went backstage
Got a bag full of cash
Turned that shit to Ashe just like my teacher
Went outside saw you sitting in the bleachers
Sunday service fit look like a preacher
But I write sins not sermons that's my feature
Placing in first know I'm spitting this verse
And I'm going so hard you would think that I'm cursed
I be yelling these words so damn fast like an exorcist
Fuck up your mental you might need a therapist Bitch on my phone
Got a bitch in the back
Got a bitch stay home
And a bitch on my lap and
I don't ever lack cuz I'm ready and steady like Mac (Mac Dre)
Like Dre in "The Chronic" im smoking
Loud packs
I lowkey got problems with trust so
Stay back
My lifestyle addicting to bitches
Like crack
They like staying 'round cuz I run up
A sack
I been a young savage and that is
A fact
Yeah it go like that
I could take her flower like a fucking Lilac
I could slow it down when the song climax cuz
I am always on the right track
I am standing on a light stack
How much is it, glad you might ask
In the past I ain't have nothing to do but now I got something to prove
I'm hoping when looking your way you never look
Back at me
Now I pray about it
Sold those drugs to kids did what I did
Now I pray about it
Snatched a chain
Shot you in your brain
Now I pray about it
Caught your mama lackin' in the church
You should pray about it
Me I'm always leaving with the same gang I came with (Same gang)
That lil' bitch she hang with someone different then she staying with
You playing bitch (Bitch)
She playing different bases
Speaking different languages
Hop up in the whip you know I'm racin' it (Yessir)
(Damn bitch nice rack)
Took her on a date, said I'll be right back
Inside of the kitchen, got her bending over dishes
Afterwards I'll take a picture for the fucking flight back
A wise man once said carry a big stick
I met a thick bitch said I carry a big dick
I said "why thanks that's a mighty fine compliment"
I want to spread you out on my bed like condiments
Take you 'round the world spread you out like continents
Call me Mr. Worldwide I got that confidence
(Certified hood classic)
Slid around the block and ducked an opp
Now I pray about it
Sold those drugs to kids did what I did
Now I pray about it
Snatched a chain
Shot you in your brain
Now I pray about it
Caught your mama lackin' in the church
You should pray about it
Feeling like Maury with a fat ass Latina
Went to my show got a sold out arena
Said you ain't the daddy so you went and did the dash
I went backstage
Got a bag full of cash
Turned that shit to Ashe just like my teacher
Went outside saw you sitting in the bleachers
Sunday service fit look like a preacher
But I write sins not sermons that's my feature
Placing in first know I'm spitting this verse
And I'm going so hard you would think that I'm cursed
I be yelling these words so damn fast like an exorcist
Fuck up your mental you might need a therapist Bitch on my phone
Got a bitch in the back
Got a bitch stay home
And a bitch on my lap and
I don't ever lack cuz I'm ready and steady like Mac (Mac Dre)
Like Dre in "The Chronic" im smoking
Loud packs
I lowkey got problems with trust so
Stay back
My lifestyle addicting to bitches
Like crack
They like staying 'round cuz I run up
A sack
I been a young savage and that is
A fact
Yeah it go like that
I could take her flower like a fucking Lilac
I could slow it down when the song climax cuz
I am always on the right track
I am standing on a light stack
How much is it, glad you might ask
In the past I ain't have nothing to do but now I got something to prove
I'm hoping when looking your way you never look
Back at me
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Doppieri
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