Pray for Him
Marshall
We still waitin
Now we gotta pray for him (Haha)
(Its incredible)
Lord, forgive us I know that its kinda wrong
For five brothers this talented to be on one song (Facts)
But that white boy, he is nice (He is)
But he crossed the black man, Lord Jesus Christ (He gotta go)
We gon pray for him (Uh), and move Hailie out the way when we spray cans
We dont shoot kids and women (Nah), we shootin amen (Amen)
Look, that double entendre kinda heavily (It was)
Damn, Em, what you like five minutes away from seventy? (Oh man, hah)
Oops, I meant forty-seven (Ah)
Send him to Hell if he bored of Heaven (Bored of Heaven)
Strappin the dynamite, word to Floyd and Evans (Good times)
I get to gripin the Glock, he better call a reverend (Raah)
And give Eminem falls and knock him out his Jordan 7s (Woo)
Oh , you got your own sneakers? Thats okay (Thats wassup)
Well, to let you know, them Wildn Out out Jordans is on the way (Facts)
Nah, I aint do this verse for the fame or the clout (Not at all)
I did this verse to say keep my brother name out your mouth (Ah, incredible)
I mean at this point its bullyin, cause I know he aint gon clap back
So I dont be dealin with these rap cats
Im the best and thats that
Put that on everything, get my CashApp
A bunch of red rags and black Lacs
Incredible, they catch me with this, Im goin federal
Ive been a star, your favorite actress wanna get sexual
Youve been afraid, Em, this aint that renegade, Em
Where you aint purpd up, you sweeter than lemonade, Em
Black Squad, you wont link with them
See , you tried to bully P!nk and them
Britney Spears and NSYNC and them
And got the beefin with Ja Rule with the cops behind you
And every show since 04, youve had to swat behind you
Man, yall find a all-time great in a small town lake
I hawk em down with the K
Dont you got a cash flow? What the **** you mad for?
Subtract you, add a casket, thats the aftermath, ho, Holla
Hi Slim, lets kill it with all the chit-chat
Eminem, but you get the sticks, now thats a Kit Kat (Kat)
So, wait, dammit, you mad that you aint Cannon
All them pills, you stay crammin still givin you brain damage (B-B-Brain damage)
Your guilty conscious told you, you was the man and all
But now you just a circus act, cause you stay up on cannon***** (*****)
You always hide in your trailer, we know you big mad (Mad)
Get your ***** to run in our lap like this is gym class (Woo)
Cause all my *****s just stand up like Sinbad
Big Mac in the can that get rid of slim fast ( Blah)
Instead of stayin in the booth to get your rhymin out
Its season 15, heres your invite to Wildn Out
Aint no bad-doin, cause all of my troops thorough (Thorough)
Aint got no *****, Glock Nina, my new girl (off on her)
Im sick of all my homies keep dyin, might puke Earl (Eugh)
God shouldve took Em and just let us keep Juice WRLD
Look, Nick, my brother, you dissed him, that gotta suffer
I told him, 'Dont diss you back, let us handle this motherf**cker'
Look, I scratched the serial number off of the baby llama
Em aint seen a ratchet this dirty since his baby-mama
Goddamn, yall *****s aint had to do him like that
****, we dont do it, we over-do it
You play ****ed up games, win ****ed up prizes
All this ******* out here, and you wanna put your nose in my business
Told you, I aint had to rap on this mother**** er
You know what? Im not gon rap
Ima just do what you did, haha
You used to be in a position to talk to kids and they listen
Now you a politician? You voted for Trump, *****, admit it (Ha)
They used to call you a menace and that shoe fit you wore (Not no more)
But now you gettin facelifts like a Instagram-whore (Yoy *****)
Used to be the king of the world, Ludacris, lucrative lyrics
Now all you do is just growl
Like you got tourettes and the sterics
Maybe its your mommy issues (Haha)
Maybe your white devilish spirit (You the devil)
He made the original music that your fans used to cherish
Now youre debated, disputed, hated
And viewed in America as a mother ****in drug addict (*****)
Youll never be a legend (Marshall)
Em, you should really start to stare at whos in the mirror
Look at all the ****in botox, *****, I know youre embarrassed (Hahaha)
**** all the tricks and the gimmicks
You like the new white supremacist
Say the same ****in sentences
*****, you aint no lyricist
Lam, blam, flam, flam, take Xans and train xans
I bet you never thought the kill shot will come from the cannon, blaow
You used to be a renegade
'Ayy, no one did it, Nick Cannon was gonna start wildin out on me, wildin out on me'
Pray for Him (feat. The Black Squad) 專輯歌曲
歌曲 | 歌手 | 專輯 |
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Pray for Him | Nick Cannon | Pray for Him (feat. The Black Squad) |