Pray Lyrics

May the road rise up to meet you

May the wind be always at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your face

And the rains fall soft upon your fields

And until we meet again

May God hold you in the palm of his hand

Yeah

Look

I got the city on my back

And these devils on my shoulders

Got angels in my dreams

And these haters on my boulders

Colder

They told me I'd get it when I'm older

No sir

Everything is backwards guess it's supposed to

Show ya

Either you see it or you just coast to

Wherever the winds of life might blow ya

Polar

I call my brother sun cause he shining like he solar

We celebrated big when my brother copped the rover

Me

I'm just whipping in the roadster

Talking rubber bands I'm the mans on the poster

These haters slimy like some okra

Mad that I be spitting like a camel or a cobra

Over

Let us pray

Every morning give thanks another day

Never take this life for granted

We're advantaged in a way

Sure as pressure makes diamonds

Cutting granite on a blade

Catch a fade

Like a barber steady handed with the shave

Man

Okay

Standing in the kitchen with the dishes and the toasters

My homies bagging up like a grocer

Please don't make em flip and have to ghost ya

Anywhere we goes to

Drinks on me

Like muthafuckin coaster

Man half these suckers lying acting silly from the jump

Never front

I just pulled a quarter milly from the trunk

Cali sushi rolls or phillies

But this philly not a blunt

I just pray that every day these youngins feel me when I stunt

If they focus and get after what they really really want

Never listen to a hater they're afraid of having fun

One by one

Every single goal I set I get it done

If I said it then I did it

If I didn't show me once

What you want

Let us pray

Every morning give thanks another day

Never take this life for granted

We're advantaged in a way

Sure as pressure makes diamonds

Cutting granite on a blade

Catch a fade

Like a barber steady handed with the shave

Man

Check it out

I can tell they never took a chance on they self

Look I bet the whole farm and the ranch on myself

I mean I knew that this would happen

Cause I planned it myself

And then I shut out all the haters and expanded in stealth

Cause all we do is make hits

Everyday we making history

If I could go back I highly doubt I'd do it differently

This is me

Riding with a baddie out in Sicily

And when I'm out of town she call and text to say she missing me

Listen B they missing something crucial in the recipe

Heard misery loves company won't entertain it next to me

Visually

I be like a young Chris Bridges be

Look baby I'm a star

Getting lit up off that Christmas tree