Lyrics

Verse Drawing my inspirations from life lessons, blessings Days & nights Im still skressin' Addressin my imperfections, knowing they won't got away Until I start confessing, Im getting older by the day, I see the lord is testin & sometimes I fail but see I get the big picture if I take the Big L & that's from the lifestyles of the poor & dangerous Ain't no angels so they turn to angel dustin' atheist shit Life tend to fuck with you at the wrong time It's a long fight but dust off nigga, we gon be alright Industry tricky, niggas iffy in the starlight That's why I can't put trust in these niggas like I trust God right? The Audacity, punk niggas after me Kill those boys drop bars got me feelin like Cassidy Guess thats why they mad at me, bless to be free While you dancing with the devil with two left feet Hook You ain't right nigga Nah you ain't right Nah you ain't right nigga Nah you ain't right, uh Nah you ain't right Nah you ain't right nigga Nah you ain't right Uh, nah you ain't right Verse 2 Uh I pray for niggas who waiting for me to flop Give it up nigga you know Im not I came a long way from empty bellys to a pocketful So Im praying for homies who is still up on the block Im praying for Ye cause he's lost and now I guess we see whos stronger when it all falls down & Im praying for the kids inside my generation Cause Social media is now a mental penetration A demonstration of better moves, is what I wanna be Cut off my phone but temptations keep calling me Im praying I can show some commitment to my girl But how Im spose to say no when all these shorties is all on me Praying for the lost ones the suns and the daughters Praying for the mommas, the lost of a father Whether death or dishonor, shit can fuck witcha Praying for the suns who got no fathers there to lift em Praying for my niggas who is stuck inside the system Chasing dreams like they meek but only nightmares get em Praying for anxiety, so we get high, pop pills, roll quick Praying that you get sobriety Praying for society, shit is getting worse Asking for a revolution but see I ain't kirk My feet still in the dirt and that ain't good for my health I ain't perfect still praying for myself asking if you could hold me Hook