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Pray Lyrics

Yeah
My daddy was born ready, I was ready

[Verse 1]
Your time of death, my cost of living
Michigan/Philly n****, red/white Jordan 6's
Went to school in the 'burbs, but that make no difference
White boys on my team go harder then n*****
We the best in the game, but yo coach ain't never listen
Unsigned like a m*********a, now that the labels phishing
Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cuz I ain't feel it doe
Got a cool mil off "Black Chukkas", I know yo but I'm cool bro

All black, all black, all black! (My n****)
But you anointed Christian
Yo mama dressed you for church n****, who you kiddin?
d***-in-the-booty a** n*****, you must be s***tin'
They say I'm the greatest in the world, but I'm tryna live it
40 ounce got all the b******, P.G county got all the b******
I'm a trill n****, in Hilfiger, my style leave you end up missing
Fashion killer...Paris life I'm with Bob Sincla...(get it?)
3000 electro lights
Walk hard and my soul glow, 3000 electro lights
Got c**e lines in the bathroom, baddest b****** live the wild life
Tall b****** give the best head, standing up on my bed
I drive a gold cart through the shopping mall
Staring up skirts no draws
Cruising in front of your b****, parking her whip
Talking and gawkin the kid, arguing 'bout s***
Both of y'all need to get off of my d***, d***
A n**** came too far, to live a lie
I die young...to be still alive
[Hook]
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray

[Verse 2]
Who will survive in America, on the top floor of hysteria
Looking down to my life, like how the f*** did I marry her?
Life's a b**** but she suck a good d***
a** fatter than the bottom of a Benz, sitting on low 23 inch
Shoosh!, belly of the beast, I ain't hungry though
Vegan life for you pork rolls, En Noir leather short flow
Android Homme when I walk (cold), Balmain sweater when I'm laying low
I'm on a balcony blowing halo's
With Topo Chico by the case load, staring at life tryna drink slow
One day I'mma ball like, Jay-Dub and Susu
On a private jet to that red moon, Instagram on my phone too
On a plane wildin out making babies
g****** I must be crazy (n****)
f****** like I'm in the 80s (n****), 87 I was that baby (wooo)
Bombs bombs blown away
My swag done f***** yo hoes away
I style myself put your clothes away
Raak killed the beat, thats a throw away
Can't find the body m****f***in cold case, f*** everybody
Young OG...middle finger to n***** d*** riding me
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I wear my heart on my chest, ffffuck yo necklace, f*** yo necklace
Turning my phone off, ffffuck yo texts, f*** yo texts
My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing
Summer time in '92, back seat, I was rolling Benzes (Swerve!)
Clio Road, to that Southside, I'm coming home, at Grammy time
So my grandma know I still ride, for my blood, I will die
Forte and Bryant, I'm so king n**** kiss my highness
En Noir life, you n***** get from round us (wooo)
n****! You think this the death of a dynasty
This art of war, Raak and DeNiro beside of me, I've been quiet too long
JWhi n**** pass that loud, smoking on that heaven
Can you see them clouds?

[Let us pray]
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