Prayers

By Ramirez

On Trillity

Released on November 1, 2013

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[Intro]

There they go right there

Turn off the lights

Hit the lights, nigga


[Verse 1: RVMIRXZ]

Right, right, right

There's a god in you

Bitch, robbing and killing in mind

Fuck with a god and then leave your heart stop

Penetrate five seven hollow tip so cold

9 millimeter with extensions, hoe

Back in the game and I came within

A body full of hate and a mind full of sin

Back in the dodging, we killing the cops

Headlights on dim and we rocking your block

Now ride, bitch (Now ride, bitch)

A nigga like me don't talk with the pigs

Ride with a few that be down with the shit

My finesses screaming, "Fuck your clique"

Fuck with a G.O.D.S

Talk that shit, then we come for you neck

I born to the light let me take you to rest

Infrared beam, take a nigga last breath, uh

Dont fuck with a man

I dont give a fuck so I ride with a strap

Windows on tint on the black Cadillac

Pulling out quick, give a nigga heart attack, uh

Something like Raven

Bringing the thunder but this is my haven

Fucking with me you and you [?]

Making my money, she's rocking the paper

Right (Right)

Bumping the shit and I creep through the night

Burning your mind now you get in a fight

I'm riding with niggas that's killing on sight

Push (Push)

Open your eyes and realize

I'm a real motherfucker, I will never die

Just bow your head and just pray to God


[Skit: "Menace To Society" Car Jacking Scene]

-[?]

-Fuck

-I don't know

-Get your ass off out the car nigga

-Get the fuck out, break yourself nigga, break yourself

-Some bitch

-Get your motherfuckin' ass off out the car

-All right nigga chill

-Nigga don't make me rush you, get your ass off out the car, get off out the car

-All right

-Get out

-All right nigga, I'm comin'

-Yeah nigga I got you, get your motherfuckin' ass off out the car now

-Bitch move (shoot that nigga)

-Nigga fuck you

-Ah, shit


[Verse 2: BONES]

I got Rockefeller dreams, I got Carnegie chats

I can handle belt money, I get commodore respect

Bitch it's 1859, hundred bitches on my line

If she ain’t, rolling woods, she can die up on the vine

All black razor blade when I'm creeping through the night

Everybody know it's BONES when they see my fucking knife

On a spot when it's dark, bitch, I'm running from the light

Never talk, never walk, I've been dead all my life

I've been smoking all day, flicking ash all night

If I see you keeping quiet, bitch, just know its on sight

What what

SESH SESH