I Pray - Intellectual

[Intro: Marion Write]

Vegas World

I'm like the Bob Stupak of this generation

Hit Fam what up

[Verse 1: Marion Write]

Street Seminars, parties with the caviar

Cartel disciples the embodiment we ask him for

Everyday I pray like my grandmother’s avatar

Walkin’ every step until the land is ours

Always had to prove somethin’

Cashflow wasn’t easy had to really juggle

Russell, Westbrook with the triple double

28 grams, 10 bags, 15 duffles

3 years had to really hustle

Moms wasn’t happy, fuck it pops knew I had to make it

Promised them once I picked the whistle up I’d change it

Trenches in Japan, hacksaw ridge

With the ghosts of my comrades we was asphalt kids

Grimey, never took no for an answer

Hoes wasn’t good for my body like cancer

Bitches had me livin’ out my means for advances

I was young, gold watches gold hammers

Ain’t much changed, nor the hate in their blood

I’ll never follow orders from a millionaire’s son

Had to tussle just to make it to school

Smartest in the class, I played em as a fool just to triple my cool

As I triple in decade I’ve only brightened my jewels

And kept it real with myself, won’t see me flexin’ the truth

Life’s all about wins fuck the triflin’ news

When the answer ain’t too far from the reflection of you, I pray

[Chorus: M Wonder]

Lord I know I took the long road

But I saw so much along the way

And when we party in the dark at night

The city lights shine as bright as day

And even thru everything I've done

I'm just hopin you still call me son oh I pray

Everyday I pray

[Verse 2: Atrayo]

Most of my favorite people the most hated

Runnin down streets yellin' with toast wavin'

From the ills that spill over, cup runneth

From Henny pours at Corridor tryna fuck somethin'

Tugging at my coat tail they jus wanted a piece

Youngin run wtih the chicken fumble cause of the grease

Now who the hell left the gate open

I left the state smokin'

Gon pick up a plate

Nigga stash the bows in bags like I'm liftin some weight

Nigga down the stairway screwed face of an ape

Then I'm out

Quicker than I showed up

My nigga beat time, got probation and we poured up

And right back to trappin'

Freed up my space got back to rappin'

Rapid fire with the heat got back to clappin

Walk the moon Jack the jackson

He the dude I say

Superfly high mood nigga kumbaya

Play the chords

Like chuck play the boards

Keep close to ya square

Win wars not awards

Sweat sin out the pores cause the get back comin'

But ain't no sweat bout the shit you really did that run it

Hit the knees like Jummah

And stay low til the sun up

Son young what become of when the moon come among us

Collar hot like June in the summer

Minus jewels and the hummer

You just wish a nigga lumber

And Lord I know