Gangsta Prayer

(album: Speak No Blue - 2020)

[Trippie Redd:]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We'll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job"
Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fucking Don
I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love
I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up
Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up

[Stalley:]
Ain't no killer but keep killers around me
The big fish got sharks swiming around me
The [?] my life jacket, can't let 'em drown me
Don't forget that them projects is where they found me
I speak enlightened, but spent my life fighting
More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring
Can't be no victim of the venomous sting
From murder hornets in the human form
It's bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform
When did self-hatred become the norm'?
While I'm ducking, hiding, I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm
When the sun dries the rain, that's when a star is born
And we shine the bightest
When we left each other up, that's when we reach our highest
Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas
Royalty at it's finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us
Until then, it's peace if peace never finds it

[Trippie Redd:]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We'll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job"
Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fucking Don
I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love
I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up
Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up

[Stalley:]
Uh, yeah
Pray, I'm not praying, pray a nigga don't try me
These youngin's around me play with triggers for hobby, uh
And they itching to get active
Sitting on the corner all day twisting up Backwoods
I tried to tell 'em, they thinking it's backwards
That kind of thinking is really pushing us backwards
But I'm preaching the murderers, dope dealers
You know, the extra [?] types with no feelings
That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumping no [?]
Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drilling
Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace
Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30's for breakfast
It's crazy how they life parallel to my reflection
Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section
See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with
And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it

[Trippie Redd:]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We'll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job"
Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block
Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops
I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fucking Don
I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love
I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up
Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up