Pray

Lyrics

Hook] I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8 I just pray I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way I just pray Fully loaded, armed and ready, prepare for war no coming back Still in the trap still riding strapped Still make that sack do jumping jacks If fuck your bitch she'll become attached I run the shit without running laps About my money, about my scratch yall little nigga jus wanna rap I'm piggin' out, I'm sitting fat You fuck niggas couldn't have my scraps Got whole bowls and plastic wraps And I'm mo connected than a magic jack And disappear like a magic act Fuck you all niggas laughin at You got funny money don't laugh at that Me going broke now imagine that Can't see you nigga no cataracts These other rappers withold the facts I chase the money till I taste the money I'm money hungery bout to have a snack [Hook] I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8 I just pray I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way I just pray Pray for em, I'm really hoping that god got em Don trip, or King-Kong, I've been on my grind since hard body I'm a dog, I'm a rottweiler your girl pussy got car mileage My kick game is on autopilot Got army guns that I'm stock pilein Rap niggas just jock ridin' That shit you're selling I'm not buyin Is war time if you rap bout me No diss records just shots firing No joke, not jivin' You won't hear shit but cops sirens And I'll be halfway across the globe By the time they find your rotten body Can't stop me, shouldn't have got me started Got the shit like I got the party Your girlfriend and her girlfriend Get to me my dick is a private party [Hook:] No chain on me, cold enough for me do deep freeze Trap nigga I can't leave, I'm in that water like sea weed Play with me like is all the game Till you see that pistol in 3D Your murder might make breaking news Now you finally made it on TV I'm in the game I don't see you niggas You must be seating in the cheep seats Got two bitches super freaks they eat p**sy but don't eat meat Nigga I'm the truth you beneath me Nigga more green than the sweet pea Slangin' more pounds of that kiwi Yes I'm the shit no feces Bout my paper let's proof-read Rap game, you need me Not only do I got the lock I'm bout to get the bitch re-keyed More money, more meetings I'm living out my sweet dreams My life's a movie though I'm not acting I stick to the script man each scene [Hook] I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8 I just pray I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way I just pray