Lyrics:
Just praying, just praying
KQRY
Bitches come and go, fuck a hoe, get my bag up
Life move fast do it slow let me back up (Slow, slow)
Let me back up
I
the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my whole nine, free at last
Want me to be fake can't agree with that
leaves
Ready to come out whenever the cock crows three
I am back to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
kind'a like an infection
It allows me now to write all my confessions
Back with that Therapy album, I was just sufferin' from depression
Had a lot of shit
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Tab on my gums got me trippin
Blunt like kudi first album it’s Hittin
If the cops come around bitch I’m Dippin
Its 3 in the morning I’m smashing
fuckin' shot was meant fo'
I'm so official
How the end of the album still hittin' ‘em like the intro (Damn)
Shit is startin' to spook me
The same girls that
siege, hoes
I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down
To find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even
Adjust
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
of the main issues I had was lack of instrumentals that fit
That's when I met Chris and stopped using downloaded beats
The masses wanted me to make hits
But
smacked like we Chris
I see these snakes in the grass
How they hiss
Age six I started rapping
All my peers they bin dey laugh me
Now my peers dey don ask me
Yeah yeah
Everytime I wake up from my bed I gotta flex
I just go to my home city then I flex up on my ex
And you know it's on when me and Ducrez link
me some shit
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my bitch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a nigga stole it
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
can't do this by myself I need your help
I'm like a wounded healer touching people hoping that I'm felt
Cause when I look back over my life, God forbid
I
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk
Lets get drunk [x5]
It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under
Ba bay bay ba baby, baby
A few days back underneath his porch
That porker Vern was digging for some pennies
Stand by Me
Ba bay bay ba baby, baby
Stand
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
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