Praying for Heaven

I love you, love you
Put the tears up
If you don't hear me, you gonna feel
I can't cheat

You gotta feel
You gotta feel
Prayin' for heaven, I know
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Prayin' for heaven, I know hell is a possibility
Prayin' for heaven, I know hell is a possibility
All the shit that I done did
Try to right my wrongs

Lookin' out for the kids, kick it with em
Don't make the same mistakes that I did
What you know about not eatin' the feeds of people
They respect money, I respect real, so we ain't equal

Losing one of your closest guys, that shit'll bruise your ego
Like it's a eye for an eye, but they believe it's even
Steve and Cigar, what y'all got in common? Mark Fadell
Think his momma was J-Wife, she want that box to the left

How I'm supposed to respect you? You don't keep your word
Call Shirty Hoss the zoo, that's why I keep the birds
These niggas don't keep it real and these bitches not being honest
But I'ma keep it 3,000 with you, that's not a problem

I got a chopper, all I need is a driver and some fast
Get up on them quick, all these seniors, the gun flash
Benzel, lil' nigga, this your training day
That ain't how the cards dealt, but how you play the game

These niggas jump out mission, they just spraying, they ain't aiming
They wonder why some innocent laying in the street
Man, this shit get deep
Man, this shit get deep

Man, this shit get deep
Man, this shit get deep
They saying I'm a prodigy, and I just pray it's true
To get by shit, I had to sell Ye and Snoop

Unlike, man, them boys know not to play with you
We a feel a graveyard up, that's word to hate Zeus
That's word to hate Zeus
You feeling me yet

Y'all know how it get
That's just a question
Y'all know how it get
Oh, hey, hey, oh

Oh, hey, hey, oh



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Writer(s): Darion Gamble
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