pray - bigwalkdog lyrics
[intro]
hey
(cam*j, you got another one)
uh, uh*uh*uh
nah*nah, nah*nah, uh
(god)
[verse]
last night i didn’t pray, but i did today
know they be plottin’ on me
but i ain’t prayed to god, i prayed to this ar, he see what i got goin’
he see what they saying, but they not doin’ (hey)
he see that i’m mad, but i’m not showing it
he know they got guns that they not blowin’
new choppa, i got that b*tch popcorn, we on go
i ain’t never sat around just talk about a n*gga, that ain’t what i do (hold on)
hey, i ain’t never care about a whole ‘nother n*gga pockets, i got pockets too
before i let a n*gga take what i got, i be hangin’ out the roof
before i let a n*gga say i’m just reppin’, i be walking out the booth
need a favor, call up gucci, i know how that is, i know what the feel likе (word)
my cousin facing double life, the situation tight, in thе pen, but he still ‘right
catch a ugly, he gutter, he still fight
and he know that i love him, he still write me
i put this sh*t on when i feel like it, i put on dior shirts, still nike (hey)
i’m still from the trenches, “walk, why you say trenches” ’cause n*ggas cross you over pennies
this sh*t can get sickening, they hate when you’re winning
i spent sixty on a pendant
went got it back in ’bout twenty*five minutes
went and did order for one*to*five penny
for this i die, i’m mentor, i finish
i hope that the gates open enough for a sinner
real n*gga, don’t turn like a blender
before i go red, i burn up a wedding
before i go broke, i coke up a kitchen, did noise in the city, remix of a biscuit
lot of these n*ggas taking so fishy, ain’t caught you a body, just know ’bout the k!llin’
and n*ggas be lame for promoting you n*ggas
they backdoor the n*gga, they bolt with no pictures
[chorus]
rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
in the rain, the sleet, or the snow, they cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
it’ll take more than a prayer to go away, shopping from panama city like norway
work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
opps out with shooters, they shoot like a water player
rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
in the rain, the sleet, or the snow, they cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
it’ll take more than a prayer to go away, shopping from panama city like norway
work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
opps out with shooters, they shoot like a water player (phew)
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