Pray to God Lyrics

Hum to allah

I been praying I make it far

And uh

Mercy my lord for sinning I will perform

I cannot judge so I send to my God

They tried to violate so I had to go up the score

No matter what I gon feel like I'm that boy

Give me the mic and then greatness I perform

Got in a fight with bae cause I like them whores

I'm Indulging vices make me immature

Pistol jump like hurdles when it speak

Run the track I'm murdering the beat

Nigga only focus is currency

All right

Had my feelings hurt by a lil bitch

Then I realized who the fuck I is

Now I'm back on my bullshit

Yea that's right

I'm not the type that's gon stick around

For that Fucking Drama

I'm not the type thats gon take a bitch out to Benihana's

Baby lemme bend it over then lemme get behind her

She looking for her dream man said that she think she found em

Bitch it ain't me

I can say that's a guarantee

Cause I'm demon from the bullshit that I done seen

What the fuck you mean

Hell nah you can't ride with me

Unless you giving up some cheese

You seen these gas prices lately

Filling up my tank

Like getting an 8th

Man this shit too much

Tryna smoke All day

While I make a plays

Money be my crush

Get up out my way

I hit the fast lane

Man I'm in a rush

But I take a break

Just so I can pray

Can't have em hit me up so

Hum to allah

I been praying I make it far

Mercy my lord for sinning I will perform

I cannot judge so I send to my God

They tried to violate so I had to go up the score

My Rasta bruddah might rattattaa and hit ya pasta

No more mañana

You'll meet ya mama ina life that's after

She call me papa but if she drama

We linking? Nada

My primadonna need to be calm

And aware surroundings

They talking bullshit

But they ain't gonna go do shit I

I've come to the conclusion

I need to give contusion

These knuckles get to boomin

Positive business movement

You won't feel like the cool kid

When you get made a fool bitch

I do my crimes and then I get away

Like OJ

I think it's time I start getting paid my

Own way

I'm Tryna be a C. E. O. some day of my

Own place

Please get in line if you just gonna hate

You so lame

I ain't the one to be worried bout what they saying

I ain't the one thats gon stress a bitch cause she slaying

Nah I'm the one that's gon stress about getting paid

Too many niggas out here be really moving like snakes

Hum to allah

I been praying I make it far

Mercy my lord for sinning I perform

I cannot judge so I send to my God

They tried to violate so I had to up the score

Up the score

My niggas keep them toys

She said she like my voice

Snow bunny beg for more

I turnt her to a s'more

Made her melt into a whore

Pistol steady making noise

Bullets whizzing hit the floor

That boy asleep no snoring

Make a track into the morning

Yea we rolling with the boys

We gon smoke up on some more

Uh