Pray 4 Me
Can you say a prayer for me?
A prayer that could last forever cause I need it
I don't see anyone close to me kneeling
Somebody's gotta raise their head to the ceiling
When they all lose faith, and I still believe it
If my momma sees it, then I gotta seize it
But how you let me starve with my pockets bleeding
I know my pops was wrong when my mom caught him cheating
I never put the finger down as long as pop can see it
I never let my mother down as long as I'm still breathing
Take your shot at me then, take your bitch as defense
It's my accustomed sequence to leave these niggas teething
As a baby reference, I never made my blessing
I refrain from cussing, and it's better leaving stains
As a way of method, this nigga could never say that I met him
When I'm face to face, I'ma do my best Bane impression
Don't get it twisted, I'm still the same nigga that get jiggy in any second
Split up in dude direction, pop at his Yankee fitted
This shit will never get ended, I promise you I'ma end it
Sorry if I offended, I'm shooting until I hit
That target was the intention, but anybody can get it
Putting my foot down and stomping on where they pivot
Locking up like it's Griffin, the Clippers before the Pistons
I'm still out of your division, hit the lights nigga
A prayer that could last forever cause I need it
I don't see anyone close to me kneeling
Somebody's gotta raise their head to the ceiling
When they all lose faith, and I still believe it
If my momma sees it, then I gotta seize it
But how you let me starve with my pockets bleeding
I know my pops was wrong when my mom caught him cheating
I never put the finger down as long as pop can see it
I never let my mother down as long as I'm still breathing
Take your shot at me then, take your bitch as defense
It's my accustomed sequence to leave these niggas teething
As a baby reference, I never made my blessing
I refrain from cussing, and it's better leaving stains
As a way of method, this nigga could never say that I met him
When I'm face to face, I'ma do my best Bane impression
Don't get it twisted, I'm still the same nigga that get jiggy in any second
Split up in dude direction, pop at his Yankee fitted
This shit will never get ended, I promise you I'ma end it
Sorry if I offended, I'm shooting until I hit
That target was the intention, but anybody can get it
Putting my foot down and stomping on where they pivot
Locking up like it's Griffin, the Clippers before the Pistons
I'm still out of your division, hit the lights nigga
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Writer(s): Juan Santos Jr
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