Hook]
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8
I just pray
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way
I just pray
Fully loaded, armed and ready, prepare for war no coming back
Still in the trap still riding strapped
Still make that sack do jumping jacks
If fuck your bitch she'll become attached
I run the shit without running laps
About my money, about my scratch yall little nigga jus wanna rap
I’m piggin' out, I’m sitting fat
You fuck niggas couldn’t have my scraps
Got whole bowls and plastic wraps
And I’m mo connected than a magic jack
And disappear like a magic act
Fuck you all niggas laughin at
You got funny money don’t laugh at that
Me going broke now imagine that
Can't see you nigga no cataracts
These other rappers withold the facts
I chase the money till I taste the money
I’m money hungery bout to have a snack
[Hook]
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8
I just pray
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way
I just pray
Pray for em, I’m really hoping that god got em
Don trip, or King-Kong, I’ve been on my grind since hard body
I’m a dog, I’m a rottweiler your girl pussy got car mileage
My kick game is on autopilot
Got army guns that I’m stock pilein
Rap niggas just jock ridin'
That shit you’re selling I’m not buyin
Is war time if you rap bout me
No diss records just shots firing
No joke, not jivin'
You won't hear shit but cops sirens
And I’ll be halfway across the globe
By the time they find your rotten body
Can’t stop me, shouldn’t have got me started
Got the shit like I got the party
Your girlfriend and her girlfriend
Get to me my dick is a private party
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No chain on me, cold enough for me do deep freeze
Trap nigga I can’t leave, I’m in that water like sea weed
Play with me like is all the game
Till you see that pistol in 3D
Your murder might make breaking news
Now you finally made it on TV
I’m in the game I don’t see you niggas
You must be seating in the cheep seats
Got two bitches super freaks they eat p**sy but don’t eat meat
Nigga I’m the truth you beneath me
Nigga more green than the sweet pea
Slangin' more pounds of that kiwi
Yes I’m the shit no feces
Bout my paper let’s proof-read
Rap game, you need me
Not only do I got the lock
I’m bout to get the bitch re-keyed
More money, more meetings I’m living out my sweet dreams
My life’s a movie though I’m not acting
I stick to the script man each scene
[Hook]
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way x 8
I just pray
I just pray pray pray pray and they gonna get my way
I just pray