[Intro]

(Uh uh, uh uh, uh oh oh ay, uh ayo)

(Uh, yeah)

With the same G's that’s where you'll find me (ay)

Some of them are straight greaze, some business minded (uh)

I don't really judge ’em though cause my bros some riders (ay)

And I love them all the same though

Helped me on my feet when I was way low

Ain't gonna speak about it they know

Thank God I got G's who will protect me

From all the enemies who hide in plain clothes

I don't want corn to fly on the main road

I don't want beef with no potatoes

Man can't tell me nothing about taking L's

But this year we'll soon replace those [*Komenz!*]

[Verse]

I can never make fuss

It’s only God that can elevate us

If one day all the mandem buss

Don’t get in confused, the reason ain't us

We put the work in, late night lurking

Still pray cah nothing ain’t certain

Man call me A-Town cause I never lay down

I can't sleep if the birds ain't chirping

Up all hours of the night

I was tryna play it cool, now I'm on the hype

A ’lotta man prolly thought that I'm from the past

Cause I bring them old school powers on the mic

Grew up in a place where cowards wanna fight

I was on the sidelines, I was tryna write

Difficult to live right when you're in the dark

But I see through that now I'm in the light, it's calm

Let them ring the alarm, it's calm

Let them bring through the arms, it's calm

"I don't understand how you are this calm"

Tell a man chill let me spark this psalm

Trust me I've been through dramas

But ain't no man taking me off this path

Oceans thrown in my way will part

Moses flow when he raised this staff

Bros on the road say they rate this dog

Holes in my clothes I ain't A-list dog

Still man serve an amazing God

Hope they know who I make this for

Bruised fruit, man I got pains and scars

Through tunes, I'mma take pain off marj

Got a phone call from Komenz a few weeks back

Said his donny could be facing charge

Still got heart

Nights I was paid with a curry and a Mars

Show some respect I been studying my craft

I ain't being funny when I tell 'em pay the money in advance

Nah, me and my buddies go in hard

See me on the road looking like I'm mad bummy but I'm calm

Man can't tell about a graft

Editing the same bar till I'm on the 29th draft

I'm tryna be the head of my class

So I pray hard don't care by the men who might laugh

And they can't tell me bout scars

Anytime I touch mic I ain't scared of telling my past

I will never shy away from it

Every day I take a page from it

Feeling brave come and say suttin

Last time I checked, the real got respect

But I guess nowadays we don't rate nuttin

You wanna know how we make this happen

It's no secret pray then pattern

They wanna box like Haye and Hatton

For big rings like Drake or suttin

But it ain't like that since me and the mandem linked up

All the fake ones scattered

Everyday make bangers

Say what matters

Big work rate, no slackers

[Outro]

Pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pattern up, pray

We pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pattern up, pray

We pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pray

And pray it works out some day (ay)

(Oooh ooh)