Pray

Boy I ain't no preacher but I teach yo ass a lesson (nah)
That boy acting tuff until he saw the Smith & Wesson
To me she a basic bitch
To her I be her blessing (Ha!)
Praying on my downfall but I steady keep em guessing guessing guessing
Pray someone gon test me test me yah
Pray the Lord He keep me healthy healthy yuh
Pray the law don't give me stresses stresses stresses no
Ha!
Praying on my downfall but I steady keep em guessing (woah-oh)
Pray someone gon test me (Yeah I pray)
Pray the Lord He keep me healthy (Yeah I pray)
Pray the law don't give me stresses no (Yeah I pray!)
Why u always on my line be talking bout some bullshit
Ion got no time im steady grinding to the fullest (No time!)
Ion got no time she give her number I remove it
Ion got no time to beef with boys my bro gon shoot it (Bap)
Paid that shit in full I put them vvs in my teeth ha
I be in my lane I wonder why they hate on me ha
Bitch I'm coolin with the crue ain't talking Tommy Lee ha
Woke up with a headache and got lipstick on my T-Shirt
I don't got no stylist ain't talking bout Destroy Lonely (yuh)
She believed that I would stay might as well believe in ponies (Ha!)
I ain't got no heart that shit been ripped out just like Tony
Tony stark 3000 years to find someone as close me
Upgrade myself now they notice me
Outfit on point no one cold as me
Take yo bitch out for the lowest fee
I ain't feenin I ain't jodeci
Golden ticket to the factory
I ain't snitching don't know what's a plea
Yeah yuh haha
Bop



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Writer(s): Reimon Rei
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