What Did I Pray For? Lyrics

He been tryna cop for a while, you just a bit confused

Can't do business with people who don't got shit to lose

Fuck a hater, I'm getting paper like I print the news

He can't ball now, switch the shoes

I might turn the shine down so you can see me better

Making thousands off of CD's in the streaming era

I told you don't compare me

To these rappers telling fairy tales and singing like Canaries

I need a billion dollar studio, like Tyler Perry

Every punch a knock out-I'm on my Tyson Fury

You tried everything, and still can't beat him

That's when they start messing with the sliders, tryna make it even

I might fly her out to wine country

Have her on the airplane like-I'm sorry if the ride bumpy

You see that fiend on the corner? That's my junky

They spray your block, anybody who survives lucky

God if I don't get the life that i prayed for, then what did I pray for?

God if I don't get the life that I worked towards, then what did I slave for?

These are questions from a Dope Man

Couple rocks, saw him tryna light it on the coke can

I been waiting for the post man

I know he got some mail for me, never leave a trail

These are questions from the dope man...

Couple rocks, saw em tryna light it on the coke can

God if I don't get the life that i prayed for, fuck did I pray for?