Pray For Me

Xtassy
Uh started out hardcore
Hardcore
Done it like never before
Never never
So many shows so many tours
Woah
And you the one that I do it for
Still goin' to this day
To this day
Still got all my songs on replay
If you want me to stay
Want me to stay
I'm gon' need you to just pray
Pray for me
For me yeah
'Cause I be in these streets so much I don't if I'ma make it
I don't know
I don't if I'ma make it
Sometimes I don't know
Pray for me
Yeah yeah
'Cause times get hard then the money gets low
But don't give up you got to stay down before the come up
We got it out the mud like football cleats
You put a ring on my finger but you married to the streets
Ooh
I know you gettin' to the bag baby
I just pray to God that you make it back baby uh
Oh
I ain't worried 'bout a b***h takin' you from me
No
I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me
Oh
I'm more worried about police takin' you from me
Yeah oh
So before you leave the house kiss me and tell me that you love me
Yeah oh yeah oh
Pray for me
Pray for me yeah yeah yeah
'Cause I be in these streets so much I don't if I'ma make it
I don't know
I don't if I'ma make it
No
Pray for me
So just pray for me yeah
'Cause times get hard then the money gets low
Oh don't give up
Don't give up got to stay down for the come up
See I be prayin' for my trapped n***as
Every night on my knees
On my knees
I be prayin' for you
Prayin' prayin'
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head
Hustle with your head
And not with your heart
And not with you heart
You gotta mean what you say
What you say
And finish finish what you start
Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces
Light up the backwoods
What you start
Uh
What you start
What you start
Maybach Music
Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz
Fell asleep gold Rolex on my wrist uh
Who ever thought that I would grow and to be rich
All these n***as tried to hit me but these n***as missed
Huh
My brothers with your bomb please send 'em my salam
Lord
That brand new SEL across my mother's lawn
Ah
I swear I come in peace but my lil homies aren't
Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down here to Bronx
Bang
Bulletproof the Bimmer now I'm battle ready
Boss
Me and Kimmy 'til I die forever adversaries
Woo
I'm talkin' money p***y n***a Tyler Perry
Woo
Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready
Huh
Coogi sweaters Jesus pieces gotta do it big
Uh
Run up on you and I really let you live
It ain't trafficking unless its 20 mil'
I wack a n***a and I'm down to do the bid
Boss
Coogi sweaters Jesus pieces gotta do it big
Uh
Fab said you need a Kim if you gon' do it big
N***as want the smoke I hop out with the cig
I'll wack a n***a then buy a flight to Madrid
I did the bid now I do the most
Whole team burnin' bread let's make a toast
I ain't the type to brag I let that paper boast
Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast
Rich milli' half a million
My s**t slap silly yeah
Quarter milli' this year on shoes
Give a broke b***h the blues
Ran off with a couple mil' in high heel Jimmy Choos
I'm a bad b***h from every angle
Jesús hang around your neck like the noose
May the Bishop pray for you 'cause you know I got the juice
We bet it big at the crap table seven eleven
Open like we 7/11 workin' all night 24/7
F**k the FBI I only confess to the reverend
Put that on my bredrin
Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend
Ross the boss Kim the Queen is you stupid
Ride the beat like a Wraith
But this is May-May-May-May-Maybach Music
Pray for me
Pray for me oh
'Cause I be in these streets so much I don't know if I'ma make it
No no
I don't know if I'ma make it
No
Pray for me
Just pray for me pray for me
'Cause 'cause times get hard and the money gets low
But don't give up got to stay down for the come up