Pray For Me

(albüm: DIME TRAP - 2018)

[YFN Lucci:]
Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you pray for me

You know we always paying attention
Always out handling business
Niggas in they feelins
Certain shit can't be given
I'ma go and get it, yeah
Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we living, yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
See, that's the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playing broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably rented
I know my partners with' me
Ain't no stopping this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang

[T.I.:]
Made it to the top from the gutter
Promising the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trapping in the hood, ducking under cover
Buying hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm with' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga with' some long money
Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many police you call on 'em
Riding with' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen toting A-K, having turf war
I got a record deal, started selling dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life
Quarter million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap nigga whipping work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take Atlanta
Spread it then making it in Savannah
Running my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kicking shit in the Caribbean
Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you live with' that bullshit, you die with' it too
I would talk but could not be alive with' the truth
When you owe me and then getting fly with' it too
Bringing some action, survive with' it too
Swear, I'm smoking on nothing but power
I get money and dodging them cowards

[YFN Lucci:]
Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you pray for me

Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang

[Dave Chappelle:]
This next beat is so God damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
It makes me feel like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, fucking dirty South shit
It makes me feel good
This right here, this ones for the pull-up