I Pray To God

(앨범: Married To The Bricks - 2020)

I can't sleep at night, lately
The devil tryna fuck with me
I pray to God (Lord)
I'm tired of selling dope (I'm tired of selling dope)
I'm tired of selling dope
I pray to God
I'm tired of selling dope (I'm tired of selling dope)
I'm tired of selling dope

I pray to God, I'm tired of selling dope
Lil' boys keep hating on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a newcomer, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

Tryna do right, I keep making mistakes
Hand on the bible, I'll never be fake
How you buy yourself a new chain when your kids ain't even got food on their plate?
I been betrayed so many times, to earn my trust it'll take a while
You can hear the pain in my songs
You can see it even when I smile
Crush up a pill and snort it
Pour out the pint, my problems are gone, I'm flowing
Temporary fix, I got a permanent problem
Tryna do good, I'm surrounded by drama
Head so fucked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father
Reality kicking in, maybe I'm running away from my own damn karma
I don't trust no man, I just trust my AK-47
They don't understand, I been hated since age of 11
Not that they'd be happy if they got the news that I'm in heaven
I bet when you see me in this Rolls Royce you think it's a blessing
I think it's a curse, 'cause everything around me hurts
I pray to God it get better but this shit keep getting worse
Blood, sweat and tears (Boom)
I'm getting tired of this shit
Pick a side, homie, go legit or should I sell these bricks?

I pray to God, I'm tired of selling dope
Lil' boys keep hating on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a newcomer, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

I was blackballed in this rap game
It was back to flipping that pack, man
I got dope boiling my blood
So you know I stay with that sack, mane
Drug-dealer mentality, cut everybody off, that's what it had to be
Why you jealous of me?
If I eat, you gon' eat
Everyday a holiday, yeah, we gon' feast
You did me wrong
This ain't no entertainment, this my life, in a song
These lyrics gon' fuck you up the day that I'm gone
See, I'm different, I don't fuck with ya but I sill forgive ya
'Cause Lord knows I ain't perfect
I'ma a sinner
Keep on flipping, ain't no limit
Hundred million, I'ma get it
Staying up every night, working hard
These drugs got me sweating
Who do you trust?
I don't trust a soul
Talking to myself, doctor, I think I need some help
One-one-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten pills in my nose
I just made a album in a day, snorted an ounce of blow
Tryna be a better man, change my ways, but I can't
Every time I try to change I'm being chased by the dope

I pray to God, I'm tired of selling dope
Lil' boys keep hating on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a newcomer, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

I pray to God (Lord)
I'm tired of selling dope (I'm tired of selling dope)
(Woah)
I pray to God
I'm tired of selling dope (I'm tired of selling dope)
(Woah)