Late To Pray Lyrics

I've been down on my ass last month, that was since September

Not Knowing how much farther I can go, this music bring you pain

Tell me what's your reason why you leaving me

Got so much love for the gang, they know I love the bros

They the ones that say and blitz when I'm out doing shows

We don't wanna talk nigga, we just want that paper

Never been the type to help no hoe but I might save her

So many rods up in this whip, we might fuck around kill the whole gang

I be high as hell from out the perks , I be thuggin' on my own lane

I be trigger happy tryna catch a body, one eye open, no Illuminati

My nigga died, his time failed, too late to pray, might go to hell

I know it's too late to pray, one day they gon' take me away

I know it's too late to pray, one day they gon' take me away

I see you cryin' bae, I know dog in heaven, I ain't fine bae

I be so ready to risk it, she hold me down and say she love me

And say that she miss it, might take a break and try to leave

But never keep her distance, they try to play me like a bitch

And say that Qwan a dub , but lil' do they know that I been showin' love

You can't do nothing with no motion, them niggas tote them lil' ass guns

On TJ you get roasted, I keep my Glock right by my side

I keep my Glock under my seat, they don't never want no smoke

Them niggas can't stand to hear , I keep my killers on my right

I keep my robbers on my left, and if they ever take some frome you

Then my nigga, you just been beat, I been thuggin' on my own

And this shit not for the weak, all these pills fuck up my stomach

And make me vomit, got me weak, my life is like a sheet

No matter page you flip, it's still me, I done did some shit back in my past

They wanna kill me, I got a cold heart, cold heart, that's why they envy me

Them niggas speak about my past and they not kidding me

They love me down bae, they talk down, I don't know about you

Where you walk down, where you get them gone

We do this shit to make it home

Make it home

Do this shit to make it home

Do this shit to make it home

Got so much love for the gang, they know I love the bros

They the ones that set in blitz when I'm out doin' shows

We don't wanna talk nigga, we just don't want that paper

Never been the type to have no hoe but I might save her

So many rods up in this whip, we might fuck around kill the whole gang

I be high as hell from out the perks I be thuggin in my own lane

I be trigger happy tryna catch a body, one eye open, no Illuminati

My nigga died, his time failed, so let the pray might go to hell

I know it's too late to pray, one day they gon' take me away

I know it's too late to pray, one day they gon' take me away

I know it's too late to pray, one day they gon' take me away