Pray & Pattern

Lyrics

[Intro] (Uh uh, uh uh, uh oh oh ay, uh ayo) (Uh, yeah) With the same G's that's where you'll find me (ay) Some of them are straight greaze, some business minded (uh) I don't really judge 'em though cause my bros some riders (ay) And I love them all the same though Helped me on my feet when I was way low Ain't gonna speak about it they know Thank God I got G's who will protect me From all the enemies who hide in plain clothes I don't want corn to fly on the main road I don't want beef with no potatoes Man can't tell me nothing about taking L's But this year we'll soon replace those [*Komenz!*] [Verse] I can never make fuss It's only God that can elevate us If one day all the mandem buss Don't get in confused, the reason ain't us We put the work in, late night lurking Still pray cah nothing ain't certain Man call me A-Town cause I never lay down I can't sleep if the birds ain't chirping Up all hours of the night I was tryna play it cool, now I'm on the hype A 'lotta man prolly thought that I'm from the past Cause I bring them old school powers on the mic Grew up in a place where cowards wanna fight I was on the sidelines, I was tryna write Difficult to live right when you're in the dark But I see through that now I'm in the light, it's calm Let them ring the alarm, it's calm Let them bring through the arms, it's calm "I don't understand how you are this calm" Tell a man chill let me spark this psalm Trust me I've been through dramas But ain't no man taking me off this path Oceans thrown in my way will part Moses flow when he raised this staff Bros on the road say they rate this dog Holes in my clothes I ain't A-list dog Still man serve an amazing God Hope they know who I make this for Bruised fruit, man I got pains and scars Through tunes, I'mma take pain off marj Got a phone call from Komenz a few weeks back Said his donny could be facing charge Still got heart Nights I was paid with a curry and a Mars Show some respect I been studying my craft I ain't being funny when I tell 'em pay the money in advance Nah, me and my buddies go in hard See me on the road looking like I'm mad bummy but I'm calm Man can't tell about a graft Editing the same bar till I'm on the 29th draft I'm tryna be the head of my class So I pray hard don't care by the men who might laugh And they can't tell me bout scars Anytime I touch mic I ain't scared of telling my past I will never shy away from it Every day I take a page from it Feeling brave come and say suttin Last time I checked, the real got respect But I guess nowadays we don't rate nuttin You wanna know how we make this happen It's no secret pray then pattern They wanna box like Haye and Hatton For big rings like Drake or suttin But it ain't like that since me and the mandem linked up All the fake ones scattered Everyday make bangers Say what matters Big work rate, no slackers [Outro] Pattern up, pattern up, pray Pattern up, pray Pattern up, pattern up, pray We pattern up, pattern up, pray Pattern up, pray Pattern up, pattern up, pray We pattern up, pattern up, pray Pattern up, pray Pattern up, pattern up, pray Pattern up, pattern up, pray Pattern up, pray And pray it works out some day (ay) (Oooh ooh)