Pray I See Tomorrow

(álbum: Baby G.O.A.T. - 2019)

(Yung Lan on the track)
I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow, James Maddocks)
Get right, yeah, yeah
I pray I see tomorrow

I pray I see tomorrow
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard
Oh, I knew I was a star
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod

You can't take my light away, uh, I'ma shine, uh
We built a dynasty, she showed me her sign of love (Uh-huh)
But then I ran out of words, gotta punch in
We was eating sack lunches
My brother get to fighting, I'ma jump in
In the studio, gotta lock in (Uh-huh)
Feeling like G-O-D, I'm untouchable
If she ain't my type, I ain't touching her
All of my teachers used to fuss at us
And if you wanna bet, we can double up
I don't see the hate, I ain't hearing it
If you follow me, you gon' learn something
Hit a left, then a right, I'ma turn something
And I'll burn the hate, I'ma perm something
You walked in the club, they ain't even notice
Security guard whispering in my ear
"Kevo, I won't let 'em get close to you" (Huh)
Like Deebo, I take it and we go (Huh)
Me, my three brothers a four on four
Nigga taking my chain, that's a no-no-no
And my brother got dope for the low-low-low
And I love my mama, we very close
Niggas talking like bitches, like hoes do
I'ma keep getting money, I'm supposed to
It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan
I'm smoking weed, but I'm the dopest
It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan
I'm smoking weed, I'm the dopest
It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan
I'm smoking weed, I'm the dopest

I pray I see tomorrow
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard
Oh, I knew I was a star
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod
Oh, I pray I see tomorrow
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard
Oh, I knew I was a star
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I gave 'em my whole heart, it was lovely
Man, niggas hating on me, they grew up with me
Say I'm a psycho, don't fuck with me
These niggas owe me money, they keep ducking me
Oh, I made it out the jungle, that was lucky
I really came from the trenches, it was ugly
And niggas be hating on me, they ain't touching me
Get the fuck out my face, why you keep bugging me?
You like my son, but I don't want custody
I mixed the drank with the Sprite, it was bubbly
Bitch, you can look but you know ain't no touching me
I had to find myself, discovery
One shot in the head, you dead, no recovery
When I was down bad, they ain't fuck with me
Feeling like IQ, want the Benjamins
I'm like a grown man, I'm a gentleman
You saying that you family, hell no, you ain't kin to me
I got a brown bitch, she like cinnamon
But she too nice, she too genuine
And she like, "Kevo, come and finish me"
And I don't even own her, I just rented it
So I just pray I see tomorrow
Pray I see tomorrow, yeah, yeah

I-I-I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard (But it's so hard, yeah)
Oh, I knew I was a star (I knew I was a star, yeah)
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod (No fishing rod, yeah)
Oh, I pray I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard (But it's so hard, yeah)
Oh, I knew I was a star (I knew I was a star, yeah)
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I pray I see tomorrow
Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard
Oh, I knew I was a star
Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh-oh, I...