Pray Lyrics

Pressure makes diamonds but it bust pipes

Successful but I still live a rocky life

Said it to me once and it cut me twice

Throwing niggas on my own like you don't get a third strike

Coming to you live from the pavement

Followed by twelve but I never made statements

Times I should've killed you but instead I killed time

Blood on my hands rushing from my bloodline

Why would you ask me for a handout

I can't even reach you, but I have the reach now

Always talking marathons surrounded by sprinters

Clout chasing losers keep pretending they winners

Like how they go to church we still surrounded by sinners

Phonies eat first at these overpriced dinners

I'm focused on doing good for all of my people

And all these people wanna do is move waste and deceitful

Can't let that shit bother me

I'm trusting God's plan and I recognize what's not for me

I had to move right like the devil on my left shoulder

Hunger steady growing I ain't leaving here with leftovers

I ain't worried you gon' have to see me

Can't eye to eye me niggas acting like we playing BP

Give em hell every time

Cause even though it rains know it's still gon' shine

Could've lost it all, twice over

More close calls than a dice roller

I know I'm in his plans, his best soldier

He always leave me right, fuck a leftover

Give em hell every time

Never sold my soul, put my soul on these lines

Blood on my hand rushing from my bloodline

Praying that he carry us, we'll all be

Passages for niggas that I'm moving past

Scriptures for the niggas that ain't stick to the script

It's always love with niggas, when they wanna knock you down

Especially when you do it better than they ever did

Like where the fuck my flowers at

Crazy how I had to cut them off to get my power back

And I still ain't caught a charge

God got me locked in behind a different type of bars

Almost lost my life a few times

And made me grateful for everything that I'll have in due time

Couple bad relationships and car crashes

Got me on fire, striking back like a box of matches

Laid it down and still ain't have a mattress

Thought we was going 50-50 like we fucked strapless

I guess it is what it is

And you fuck with grown women who be acting like some kids

And they see you in the city and they don't even acknowledge it

Too many free rides like I had them on scholarship

Driving down Congress and I'm thinking how I'm too alive

Days on the East have me contemplating suicide

And all I ever wanted was to make them proud

Messages get lost when you speaking this loud

Like I just wanna make you proud

Praying to the Lord I hope he hear me through the crowd