Pray 4 Us

(专辑： Saint Michael - 2023)

I used to think about immature things
You know, like, do you love me?
Do you want me?
Are you gonna call me like you said you would?
Is this really your real phone number?
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube

Yeah, you see-through
Bite from a snake, lethal
Woke up rocking Evisu
You don't wanna stay, why keep you?
In the rain where I leave you
You ain't gang, why would I piece you?
Like, what's up?
More money, more love
AP, two-tone, I was outside with that chrome
Maybach ready to go
Look at my neck, its covered in stones
Look at my yard, its covered in bones
King of the hill, all of my family is royalty nigga, you better kneel
Don't gotta talk 'bout respect in this shit, you know the real
Don't gotta talk 'bout my blessings and shit, you know the real
I don't want that fake love, it ain't real
It ain't much to say, love, it's 2AM
I'm crazy 'bout your love
Go over and above
You know I'm pouring up, smoking on the gas
I'm a demon in the night time, leave him in the past
When out for that bitch, she call me "Dad,"
She say that's the best love that she ever had
Shit, you gotta get in your bag
You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it in digital dash
Stepping on shit, keep a Glock and mask
Turning your plaid tie-dye
Throwing up bands in G5, double C bag on TY
Don't wanna see him reaching
It's late night and we creeping
This her class but I teach her
[?] shit in my ox fur
Better go get you a doctor
Better go get you a perc'
That boy in pain, he hurt
Leave that lil' bitch in the dirt
Put the lil' bitch on a shirt
[?] shit, fly hgih
R.I.P. Spook, R.I.P. 9, see a opp, then drop me the dime
We ain't worried 'bout shit or time
Leave that boy stinking, hard time
Psycho, out of my mind
I think I'm Picasso, I'm painting your ride, uh
Red room, hundred shots, pussy, you're done
Run up the bread, it was crumbs
Now I got a damn green thumb
Now I got a pair of green lungs
My momma told me the devil alive
My auntie in here speaking tongues
I'll get to the top, I'ma lunge
I know I'm the shit but they'll never plunge
My draco got kick, so you better run
I'm taking a pic with my bitch in the sun, yeah
That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run
I'm out with the gang, the clique, no squad
You know we the gang, you know we the mob