Pray (feat. Trav)

Go, uh

What about the gunshots?

That they miss from close proximity ?

I be riding with the .30 shot

Laying low, got the totes in the Tel Aviv

In the Ghost like the Trinity

Fathering a son, yeah I'm thinking harder for my son

Leave a legacy, he could be better than his father would become

Gotta couple partners on the run

Still getting money in the parties having fun

They be selling drugs like it's legal

Till the Feds catch 'em like it's measles

If I knew then what I knew now

Man, instead of selling dope, I'd make a million dollars off needles

But the truth is I was on blocks

That was known for making million dollars off selling diesel

It's kinda hard tryna rap and not implicate

Who's with you, riding dirty on the interstate

Who's cutting up birds with you

Let her try it and you cut it up with grandma's dinner plate

Call the jeweler up, that's another 120k, put it all in the face

So I could put it all in your face

Truest lawyer, so we know we gon' win the case

So that's why I stay high, that's why I stay faded

Oh Lord, I be faded, never think 'bout the drive by, I be happy that I made it

It's kinda hard being a real **** and not being jaded

That's why I get so high, goddamn, be faded, Lord

And I know times is hard but they say it gets better

And I say my prayers

And I know times is hard but you know it gets better

And I say my prayers

Mama told me to pray for her

But it seems like it never came

I'm in this droptop with seven Cali

Shit, you know they told me that it never rain

I'm in Miami tryna live though

'Cause it seem like we die when we get the fame

Hoes going back and forth on Papi

Told 'em next time I need better 'caine

Now i ain't gonna say who but

I heard that he said a name

It's still million dollar ****, it hurt my heart when them damn three letters came

You know the FBI, something that my lawyer gotta rectify

Till I catch 'em dead rolling with some bitches in the dome

They on bottom with some jetski's high

I'm in the Miami by the sandbar

Used to pack the pulp on the handle bar

Just like Snoop did, back then we was riding on the bike in the video

And I could tell you how I did it though

Whoa, there I go, getting deep again

I'm in a pool full of sharks on the deeper end

We packing guns that belong on CNN

My mama's bills gon' get paid

I'd rather hustle than minimum wage

Dreams of me getting rich

I wanna see all my **** get paid

They tell me that I'm too wild

Each story got two sides

That's why I just pray

That's why I stay high, yeah, I be faded

Oh Lord, I be faded, ever think 'bout the drive by, I be happy that I made it

It's kinda hard being a real **** and not being jaded

That's why I get so high, goddamn, be faded, Lord

And I know times is hard but they say it gets better

And I say my prayers

And I know times is hard but you know it gets better

And I say my prayers

That's why I just spark