Pray For Me

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Chip - Rap

Pray For Me

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[Intro] Yeah, from hills high in heaven To Psalms 27 It's that gospel Take my word for it Ah, check, listen [Verse 1] You see the music biz is like the devil's games So if you play then you might adopt the devil's ways It's an eye for an eye, a tooth's the same I'm tired of everybody taking shots at my name I'm just shooting for my targets Look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot, don't hold me hostage Making what doesn't sell Then you're complaining when it doesn't sell Now with that off my chest I'mma hope for the best I'm never going back to the press, though they wanna see me stressed Counting money and staying relevant Made me know the difference between family and relatives I beg the Lord show me a path Snakes are in my bloodline, and in my grass Stopped talking to my marge, cut my family in half If you reap what you sow, let me break my own heart Come on [Chorus] Pray for me Yeah, please take me to a level only Heaven is above Pray for me Yeah, for I have sinned in my past still Heaven is a must Pray for me, yeah With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the game Pray for me, yeah You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid [Verse 2] Pray for me I need it, the good in me is leaking I only bought this pendant so they can see Jesus To show what I believe in, shit's getting strange The little change I've made has got them questioning my faith My vision's strange when they negatively name me I see low, does that make me crazy? Suicidal tweets, can you blame me? Like, look what success did to Amy They couldn't work out my letters so they hung me I've been fire alie, how could you bun me? As I stay afloat, it's titanic for 'em My confidence is made of titanium I told everybody I'm the savior Special like I'm born in a manger, major Born to succeed, who's as humble as me As long as I got an arm, I wear my heart on my sleeve Come on [Chorus] Pray for me Yeah, please take me to a level only Heaven is above Pray for me Yeah, for I have sinned in my past still Heaven is a must Pray for me, yeah With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the game Pray for me, yeah You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid [Bridge] Looking back like, look what the deal did? Still with the same circle and I'm still Chip That's why who I share my last pound with Is the same people that I share a meal with Six zero's in my last mill with Bread and wine, last supper on some real shit The prayer's been sent, now we're ready All Judas' has been removed already Let's roll [Hook] Pray for me Yeah, please take me to a level only Heaven is above Pray for me Yeah, for I have sinned in my past still Heaven is a must Pray for me, yeah With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the game Pray for me, yeah You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid Pray for me Pray for me Pray for me, yeah Pray for me, yeah [Verse 3] Tell my chick don't leave me now, tell my feet don't fail me now It's too late I'm in front of this crowd When you see me bow I'll drown in my own sweat before they take me out Take the jewels, take the fame Take the buzz, take the name but the talent still remains And tell a hater change the plan I tell the label, drop me you still won't reach me where I land Piss off, this ain't a big track This is C-4 gift wrapped, I reply to every diss track Back from the future, you plums Thanks in advance for the apologies to come I'm sick trust me Eat a plate of fame and vomit, still reppin' for the hungry Heads shots with success bullets More Mobo's, Brits and Grammy's before I pull it Believe mate, the flow's tight but the jeans ain't You can't compromise these days I opened doors and took the blame for it 'Bout time I do me and get paid for it [Outro] So fuck a marketing plan I'm light skinned and I can smile, come and market me man Pray for me and play your position I evidently made a transition

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Credits

Writers
  • Chip
  • Elliot Fyffe
  • Clayton Morrison