Pray 4 Me (feat. BINA.)
Slim, brown skin I be, standing 5'10" I be (what?)
Rocking it when I be in your vicinity
Raw style synergy, recognize symmetry
Comp try to injure me, broke him down chemically
Mm, say a prayer for me
It all got too fucked up too quickly, you
Say a, say a prayer for me
It all got fucked up too quickly, you
You know me best, you know I'm stressed
Got to move out in a couple weeks
Why you pressed that I didn't call you tonight?
Don't want no beef when my schedule's tight
Too much at stake on my plate to fight
Ain't in the mood for the games or icy
There's rice at home
So now, go on and dine you how I liked to
Inside I'm ashy, but my skin is gummy soft
I look like daddy and that pisses mummy off
It makes no sense, but I can't lie, it made me strong
But we've been fighting, hitting heads like all week long
Barbecue skin tone, course Fela Kuti my ringtone
I can't lie, I still ain't been back home
She the type of love to get a shine when the sun's on
I'm the type of love to set the mood with a magnum
You the closest I have been to fucking with back home
You glow with no light on when you let me see something
G-O-D, I already know she prays for me
Will it double my blessing? Taking a knee
Mm, say a prayer for me
It all got too fucked up too quickly, you
Say a, say a prayer for me
It all got fucked up too quickly, you
Rocking it when I be in your vicinity
Raw style synergy, recognize symmetry
Comp try to injure me, broke him down chemically
Mm, say a prayer for me
It all got too fucked up too quickly, you
Say a, say a prayer for me
It all got fucked up too quickly, you
You know me best, you know I'm stressed
Got to move out in a couple weeks
Why you pressed that I didn't call you tonight?
Don't want no beef when my schedule's tight
Too much at stake on my plate to fight
Ain't in the mood for the games or icy
There's rice at home
So now, go on and dine you how I liked to
Inside I'm ashy, but my skin is gummy soft
I look like daddy and that pisses mummy off
It makes no sense, but I can't lie, it made me strong
But we've been fighting, hitting heads like all week long
Barbecue skin tone, course Fela Kuti my ringtone
I can't lie, I still ain't been back home
She the type of love to get a shine when the sun's on
I'm the type of love to set the mood with a magnum
You the closest I have been to fucking with back home
You glow with no light on when you let me see something
G-O-D, I already know she prays for me
Will it double my blessing? Taking a knee
Mm, say a prayer for me
It all got too fucked up too quickly, you
Say a, say a prayer for me
It all got fucked up too quickly, you
Credits
Writer(s): Kiemute Wanogho, Sabrina Obiago
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