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pray for em' - f. mills lyrics

[intro: f. mills]
you ready?
overtime
let’s get it
pray for em
let em know!

[verse 1: f. mills]
look, only team that i’m forever repping man is l hustle
if you were smart you would join along or we can’t trust you
dj gemini and skinnyman call em gang busters
get you ghost summon mac strongg
he the gang’s muscle
let’s get it
back to business
man i’m wrecking sh-t i’ll take ya b-tch to my residence
we going in, ain’t no hesitance
f-ck i was doing this before a black president
look, old hoes say they disappointed
call me now they have to make appointments
remember back when i was dolo
my pain and heartache it was their enjoyment
now my money high it’s so anointed
back and riding like i’m off deployment
i do the hiring now
ain’t no time for sorting
n-gg-s certified to fortify the fort and
i tote the .45 or bring the sword in
i know it’s in my eyes that i’m the boy and
ain’t no playing wit n-gg-s
i’m not for toying
ain’t no playing with triggas
i’m not for warring
ain’t no playing with pictures
i’m going foreign
catch me domestically before the touring
you best to invest me before i soar in
too late to claim the team if you weren’t before and
we all in the mezzanine wit ya hoe and
she say she never seen the marble flooring
who ever thought the flow would open up doors and
who ever thought this flow would open up stores and

[hook: f. mills]
private shopping we a beast wit it
it was heaven sent
tried to stop me going east wit it man it was written
see me hailing from the midwest
i’m on the road to get it
most of y’all scared to handle business 2x

[verse 2: f. mills]
dropping projects like the government
put out overtime and then i’m subbing it wit
favorite season, then we bubbling b-tch
then i drop another then i crumble ya sh-t
these times are crucial ain’t no humbling sh-t
ya plays are useless you keep fumbling sh-t
these days of doing it are over with
they poppin bottles man i’m on some sober sh-t
all of theses lames get squared off
jay in the cut taking heads off
we from the north but go dead south
i make enough so no bread bounce
we load them buses go air it out
they get to bussin that lead out
who gon step up who gon say it now
we into closing they d-mn mouth

[hook: f. mills]
private shopping we a beast wit it
it was heaven sent
tried to stop me going east wit it man it was written
see me hailing from the midwest
i’m on the road to get it
now muf-ckas bout to bare witness
you muf-ckas bout to bare witness

- f mills lyrics

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