Pray (Remix)

(album: BeBe Kidd 2 - 2018)

We ain't gone talk cash for a minute, but I punch for these
Niggas talking down on swipers, tell them to suck our Ds
Yo bitch ain't complain when she got them bundles free
I ain't even wanna fuck her, she just had some fucked up weave
Yeah
All this talk money, fuck y'all mean
I'm way up, might cash yo bitch some double Ds
I got Monty in this bitch throwing up the Bs
Get a body in this bitch like Chuck E. Cheese
Nigga
Long stiff arm bitch
Ain't got a penny for you, bout to get my bitch arm lit
We'll go in y'all shit
Off the hendog too
Tryna holla at a milf, got the talking like I'm Silk
Aye
Told me niggas gone change, I ain't listen
Reminiscing about my dawgs, somebody gotta get it
A dub on me, still doing fraud
I'm a dip it
Yeah
At the Pistons game looking like a Piston
Yeah choppa got the scope like a scientific
Drugs easing on my pain
When the beat on, I get flashback
Tryna prosper, don't look pass that
And let me find out you was clout chasing
Yeah all that being tough shit outdated
Yeah you be the reason momma house vacant
Yeah
I just gave a Lebron a down payment
One on ones on me, not no Dalmatians
Girl you got me traumatized thinking every bitch like you
Got me thinking if I like a bitch, I'm a fool
Fucked up, I can't leave without the tool
Aye
Cut off people that I love, couldn't cry about it
If I get the wrong vibe, then I'm not around it
5674, I'll die bout it
Wack a nigga then get high bout it
Disrespect my brother like we ain't gone slide about it
Niggas broke and they bored, they don't clout up out us
Hear you throwing slick shots, put a name on it
Just hit a freak bitch, had to put no game on her
Gave her 5 minute dick, put the gang on her
Plus she won't try shit, up that thang on her
Aye
Cause most these hoes our bitches
I'm that's cool, but when we slide
I pray you not with them
Bitch
Get a little change and watch everybody change
Get a little fame, shit'll never be the same
Killas on my head, nah at least that's what they say
Everybody love me, at least that's what they claim
Now she wanna text, she wanna call me everyday
I don't feel the love, everybody acting strange
I been out the way, now they say I'm being fake
Pushing me away, they've been pushing me away
But how can I complain, when I'm from the bottom look at how far a nigga came
When I'm with you baby, I forget about the pain
But I gotta go, I gotta get back on this plane
Yeah
And go right back M.I.A
Right back in the field baby don't forget to pray
Lately I been working, I've been getting through the rain
But I'm a be ok Ma don't worry bout a thang

Yeah
In the jungle every day
You finally met a wolf in this world full of snakes baby
Yeah
All these niggas pray
Tell the pastor when he prays
Don't forget to say my name
Bother had some beef, we just slide the other day
Yeah
If you love me then pray for me
Don't forget to pray
Don't forget to pray
Don't forget to pray for me
Don't forget to pray
Tell my brothers don't forget to pray for me
I won't forget to pray for you
Don't forget to

Tell the pastor pray for me, I need all the blessings
Facing 30 years in prison, I been more than stressing
Took a loss and learned from it, took it as a lesson
Wake up early, getting to it, I ain't go to breakfast
Pop a perc and drinking syrup, it been hard to sleep
Feds hit you with some shit that's gone be hard to beat
Soon as a nigga change his life, they take you off the streets
He ain't wanna go to trial, he had to take the plea
My bitch left me when I really needed her the most
After all, I did for her, that's what the hurt the most
Now it's money over bitches, yeah I love the dough
She turned me into a monster, I can't love another ho
Just paid 27 hunnid for a leather coat
After I wear it, Ima trash that
Getting money, you ain't gotta ask that
90 some thousand inna trashbag
Dope fiend baby, I was born in the 80s
House full of choppas, like we going at the navy
I ain't jumping onna nigga song unless he pay me
Pour some cold water on it, let it lock, and then scrape it
Soon as it dry, chop it with the razor
Traffic down the block, I through some at the neighbors
Niggas that you think happy for you, really hating
All this jewelry on me like I'm signed to Roc Nation
Out Cali shopping, I'm just picking out flavors
Arm out the window, I'm just pissing off haters
Brand new Hellcat off the lot, with the papers
Brand new 41 out the box with the papers
I ain't satisfied with what I got, but I'm grateful
Ain't bringing none to it, ain't no sitting at the table
Catch us all out at one time like we made it
Ghetto Boyz ENT, bitch I run my own label nigga