Pray I See Tomorrow

Pray I see tomorrow, I pray I see tomorrow

Get right, yeah, yeah

I pray I see tomorrow

I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

You can't take my light away, uh, I'ma shine, uh

We built a dynasty, she showed me her sign of love

But then I ran out pf words gotta punch in

We was eatin' sack lunches

My brother get to fightin', I'm a jump in

In the studio, gotta lock in, oh

Feelin' like G-O-D, I'm untouchable

If she ain't my type, I ain't touchin' her

All my teachers used to fuss at us

And if you wanna bet, we can double up

I don't see the hate, I ain't hearin' it

If you follow me, you gon' learn something

Hit a left, then a right, I'm turn something

And I'll burn the hate, I'ma perm something

You walked in the club, they ain't even notice

Security guard whisperin' in my ear

"Kevo, I won't let 'em get close to you"

Like Deebo, I take it and we go

Me, my three brothers a four on four

**** takin' my chain, that's a no-no-no

And my brother got that dope for the low-low-low

And I love my mama, we very close

**** talkin' like bitches, like hoes do

I'ma keep gettin' money, I'm supposed to

It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan

I'm smokin' weed, but I'm the dopest

It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan

I'm smokin' weed, but I'm the dopest

It's in my genes, Hulk Hogan

I'm smokin' weed, but I'm the dopest

I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I gave 'em my whole heart, it was lovely

My **** hattin' on me, they grew up with me

Say I'm a psycho, don't fuck with me

These **** owe me money, they keep duckin' me

Oh, I made it out the jungle, that was lucky

I really came from the trenches, it was ugly

And **** be hatin' on me, they ain't touchin' me

Get the fuck out of my face, why you keep buggin' me?

You like my son, but I don't want custody

I mixed the drank with the Sprite, it was bubbly

Bitch, you can look but you know ain't touchin' me

I had to find myself, discovery

One shot in the head, you dead, no recovery

When I was down bad, they ain't fuck with me

Feelin' like IQ, want the Benjamins

I'm like a grown man, I'm a gentleman

You sayin' that you family, hell no, you ain't kin to me

I got a brown bitch, she like cinnamon

But she too nice, she too genuine

And she like, "Kevo, come and finish me"

And I don't even own her, I just rented it

So I just pray I see tomorrow

Pray I see tomorrow, yeah, yeah

I, I, I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh

I pray I see tomorrow

Tryna stay out the hood, but it's so hard, oh

I knew I was a star

Twenty-five hundred for a hook, no fishing rod, oh