Pray for Me

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement

Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me

Gotta smile through it even though you hate it

All I ask is that you pray for me

You know we always payin' attention

Always out handlin' business

****** in they feelings

Certain s**t can't be given

I'ma go and get it, yeah

****** got they hand out,

S**t, that ain't the way we livin', yeah

That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes

And ten of us ******

See, that's the way we kick it

Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension

Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it

Everything that you got, that s**t probably rented

I know my partners wit' me

Ain't no stoppin' this s**t, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who gon' ride wit' me?

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, damn

Made it to the top from the gutter

Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah

Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover

Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother

Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah

I'm wit' the s**t you know that you are not 'bout

Old ***** wit' some long money

***** try me, I'ma get it all from ya

Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it

Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em

Plans too large, huh, ***** get on your ass,

You put laws on 'em

**** that s**t, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em

Don't care how many police you call on 'em

Ridin' wit' my ****** 'til the wheel fall

If you got the dice, put it all on

Live by the sword or die by it

But sometimes you gotta fall on it

Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest ****** know it all,

Don't it?

*****, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it,

Don't talk 'bout it, yeah

Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war

I got a record deal,

Started sellin' **** for my first born, I swear

Look at God, won't he do it

Gotta run a bag up to Summer good

'Til the bulls**t I did null and void

Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie,

Hah, and you better not make me pull it

One thing about a sucka *****,

He gon' talk cash s**t 'til he run into me

Drop a bankroll on his main *****,

Make her go and do it for me

No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life

Quarter million cash on a brand new jet

Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that

Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that

Trap ***** whippin' work in a Bando

You violate, retaliation got me mando

I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em

Numbers scratched out, paper runner

Strategy used to be take Atlanta

Spread it then makin' it in Savannah

Runnin' my play up the East Coast

I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci

Kickin' s**t in the Caribbean

Know you *****, can't even open eye when you shoot

When you live wit' that bulls**t, you die wit' it too

I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth

When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too

Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too

Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power

I get money and dodgin' them cowards Yeah

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement

Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me

Gotta smile through it even though you hate it

All I ask is that you pray for me

Who gon' ride wit' me?

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, yeah

Who gon' ride wit' me?

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, damn

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm

It makes me feel like everything

It's just that nitty, gritty, ******' dirty South s**t

It makes me feel good

This right here, this ones for the pull-up