Prayed Up Lyrics

Huhhhh-uhhhhh

Get that paper, get that paper

Huh, huh, paper

Mmhh, mmmhh

Yeah, yeah

Fuck a fake friend, they don't phase us

Huh, huh, huh, yeah

Ponche

Yea, yea, yea, yeahhhh

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Run it up

Get that money, I gone hustle for mine

Only thing on my mind, is them pesos

I was fucked up, had to lay low

Fake friends, had to cut em off

When I need them the most, they a no show

All this pain deep inside, I don't talk about it

But my grandma keep telling me pray

And I know that the devil a busy man

I be trying my best, to stay out the way

Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts

I be dwelling too much on the past

If you say that you got me, then stick to yo word because I can't be fucking with frauds

They shitted on me, and they laughed

I gotta keep going no matter what

Got my foot on the gas

I remember them times when I didn't have it

I still gave you my last

I stay motivated when them niggas hated

They could say what they want

I got to go hard, I know that I blessed

I could do what they can't

I perfecting my craft

I try not to stress, ca' life goes on

It be moving so fast, don't get lost in the sauce

Now I in first place, but I started in last

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Go get that paper, never worry bout the next man

And lately, I been feeling like I stuck in quick sand

They say to never question God, but I got questions

I just want to do better, and be successful

I stay prayed up

Got my head held high, I can't give up

And even though you do me wrong, I still show you love

I don't trust too many people, so I keep a gun

These streets they dangerous, too many fakers

Your close friend will switch up on you for some paper, so fuck a hater

Yea, yea, yea, yeahhh

I ain't tripping I don't worry about the hate

Nah, nah

I just want to put some food on my plate

Feed the fame, make sure everybody straight

Travel the world, overseas, state to state

So fuck a hater

Fuck a hater

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Run them bands up

Get that paper

Fuck a fake friend

Fuck a hater

They don't phase us

I never changed up

Streets they dangerous

I stay prayed up

Run them bands up

Got my head held high, I can't give up