Pray

Lyrics

[Intro: Grafh] Eh What's up? Oh Eh Griselda Dope game [?] [Verse 1: Grafh] Y'all don't know what it do, when I show you the blueprint I ain't water it down, 'cause I didn't know you was stupid Searching online for the truth that I'm throwing in music I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it I'm Alkaline water, amongst all the soda and juices Went from what's crackin? To what's poppin? I [?] then go gun shopping You scared of the dark, my nigga, you sunblocking I'm hot headed, and my tongue dropped in a plug sockit [?] pop it, then I lunchbox it I jump [?] double pump rockets Til my blood clot, blood clotting Fuck stopping Your man got jumped, you were just watching I left your body in the trunk rotting [?] niggas never plucked cotten I'm just boxed in, jabbing, I'm just boxing Jumped up [?] I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings You hustle to play ball, those are fucked options I just [?] memory lane [?] drunk driving What? what? What did y'all do to me? My ex tryna put a hex on me, vudoo me It's heavy artillery Strap with the cemmi harpoonery I multitask, looking at your chain while I'm Googling with a pawn jewelry I ain't with the tomfoolery I'm Huey P. in the wrong community All my laundry is Louie V, I burn a Monclare, Prada and Gucci T Inside the uligy, [?] me [Chorus: Grafh] When the shots fly And the rain falls It's a homicide Tell me, who can you call? When the soul dies You can be right or wrong It can be you or me Whoever's quick on the draw Mama, pray for me Just pray for me [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] You got shooters laying all in your bushes and grass Waiting for you, so they can be took to the cash Got you opening your safe, and got you pulling out cash And you know what happen next, when he pull up his mask Nigga, the muzzle flash and the bullet pass Through your melin, your whole shit getting put on the glass Robbery gone bad, news, bullet and flash I laugh, 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag Yeah I'ma be straight, as long as my mama pray for me If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me Gotta be solid all the way for me Real nigga, that's something you ain't gotta say for me My resume'll vouch You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penitrate her mouth I get a word, and nigga [?] [Chorus: Grafh] When the shots fly And the rain falls It's a homicide Tell me, who can you call? When the soul dies You can be right or wrong It can be you or me Whoever's quick on the draw Mama, pray for me Just pray for me