Pray To Ya God Lyrics

Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out Pray to your God, that there's no

More doubt, no more doubt Pray to your God, that you know what you're

Talking about, talking about Pray to your God, that you're not in it

For the clout Bitch, you better pray to your God, if you

Think you can rap like this, rap like this Pray to your God, if you think you can talk

Like this, talk like this Pray to your God, if I have to handle this

Have to handle this Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to

Your God, Bitch you better pray, y'all can't fuck with me

I do this shit every day, Wake up in the morning, gotta move andele

Writing down my thoughts, things that I must convey

I could write for hours, but won't talk for a day

No, I do not medicate, heart pumping steady rate

Watch me levitate, I can touch the ceiling, Hold a steady gate, when I meditate

Close your eyes, let me educate the type of feeling that you get

When there is no regret, when you reach the final door

And you must reflect, got you guessing what is next

Destroy all parts of your complex, it's complex for me to explain

Your brain needs more context, so I'll move on to the next thing

I feel so elevated, Nothing can hold me down, your girl looks

Hella faded, Ain't gon' stop till I wear that crown

Keanu in the matrix, she play piano in some latex

Got some ammo in her basics, I can get behind it

Get behind it

Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out

Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt

Pray to your God, that you know what you're talking about, talking about

Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout

Bitch you better pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this, rap like this

Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this, talk like this

Pray to your God, if I have to handle this, have to handle this

Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to your God

Hard to think when everything is so convoluted

I concluded your mind has been intruded by the stupid and wounded

I can see the gap, you focused on a screen, now I'm focused on rap

I'm focused on a dream while you focus on some ass

Quit it with the talk boy, you doing too much

Always been a stock boy, you begging for lunch

Girls don't like a small toy, she calling you munch

I can see you scared, that's why you labeled as such

Pray to your God, if you feeling lucky, pray to your God, if you feel alone

Pray to your God, if you try to jump me, pray to your God, I don't break your bones

With sticks and stones, no X or O's, no exit road

Time has slowed down, if you owe me guap, I need the full amount

What is God, what's your life, I feel odd that I might

Just believe, I am light, no longer will I fight

The moments that are coming, and coming, and coming

If I were you, I'd be running, and running, and running

Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out

Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt

Pray to your God, that you know what you talking 'bout

Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout,

Bitch you better

Pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this

Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this

Pray to your God, if I have to handle this

Pray to your God

Pray to your God