Pray For Me
God protect my spirit, I know way too many people tryna take my life, yeah
God protect my spirit, I got demons tryna take control
God please watch over my soul
Legendary runs, remember low and lack on funds
Now when we ride with 360 spinning like Michael Jackson
An to my niggas all my songs and hit like double platinum
And I done seen most shit and my fam couldn't even fathom
Like damn nigga you that nice, who you know confesses wrong
Cause niggas swear that it's still right, who you know will turn a clear ass soda to grape sprite
And who you know will give his love even they come with a great price
There's nothing to talk about nigga, it's dead
It's just a crazy ass nigga, if I ain't have love for your
Mamma shit, would been came get you
And I could be off by myself but I'ma still stand with it
And I done seen some niggas crash and burn just too ambitious
Enough said about him really
And I ain't gotta get all specific just to know he still filthy
Niggas acting like a bitch, that shit tickle me really
Tryna play me like a lick, boy you can't be that silly
Cause niggas rather fuck ya over than just ask for help
I'll probably call your main bitch over, give her something else
Closed throat flows, I was ten last time I had a strip
Been ridin' solo so I keep the nine behind the belt
Sometimes I gotta keep it in my pocket too
I'd rather put them hands on him but I could blame it too
Remember riding round with four bows inside the coupe
I had a call from a bitch, I told her slide through
I hope her friends teeth pretty, I had to snag her too
She got a bad lil' body, big build like Betty Boop
She heavy got me on topic, I had to rendezvous
Steppin' hard like a general in RAF Simmon' boost
We keep it comin' in waves, they had to call a truce
Have we so used to the win and how we prepare to lose
Niggas lame as a bitch but I had my brother tell it
We had our hand on some, but too much tryna sell it
I hear him comin' so, we tryna catch him slippin
Had to tell him I get surgical with this bitch Frank
Penning for your thoughts is what a bitch think
Was captain of the ship now that bitch sank now her ass by herself
Thinkin' shit fake
God protect my spirit, I got demons tryna take control
God please watch over my soul
Legendary runs, remember low and lack on funds
Now when we ride with 360 spinning like Michael Jackson
An to my niggas all my songs and hit like double platinum
And I done seen most shit and my fam couldn't even fathom
Like damn nigga you that nice, who you know confesses wrong
Cause niggas swear that it's still right, who you know will turn a clear ass soda to grape sprite
And who you know will give his love even they come with a great price
There's nothing to talk about nigga, it's dead
It's just a crazy ass nigga, if I ain't have love for your
Mamma shit, would been came get you
And I could be off by myself but I'ma still stand with it
And I done seen some niggas crash and burn just too ambitious
Enough said about him really
And I ain't gotta get all specific just to know he still filthy
Niggas acting like a bitch, that shit tickle me really
Tryna play me like a lick, boy you can't be that silly
Cause niggas rather fuck ya over than just ask for help
I'll probably call your main bitch over, give her something else
Closed throat flows, I was ten last time I had a strip
Been ridin' solo so I keep the nine behind the belt
Sometimes I gotta keep it in my pocket too
I'd rather put them hands on him but I could blame it too
Remember riding round with four bows inside the coupe
I had a call from a bitch, I told her slide through
I hope her friends teeth pretty, I had to snag her too
She got a bad lil' body, big build like Betty Boop
She heavy got me on topic, I had to rendezvous
Steppin' hard like a general in RAF Simmon' boost
We keep it comin' in waves, they had to call a truce
Have we so used to the win and how we prepare to lose
Niggas lame as a bitch but I had my brother tell it
We had our hand on some, but too much tryna sell it
I hear him comin' so, we tryna catch him slippin
Had to tell him I get surgical with this bitch Frank
Penning for your thoughts is what a bitch think
Was captain of the ship now that bitch sank now her ass by herself
Thinkin' shit fake
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Writer(s): Terrel Simpson
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