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Pray For Em
by Nflstan
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I got a couple niggas on the land who wanna rock out
Tar told me stay in the booth don't need to pop out
I'm tryna stay poise but I feel better with my glock out
I done changed my life but they treat me like a drop out
They call me nfl and i don't even got a cleat
I'm sticking to the money so I put it on my feet
Cold hearted plus the mind running with the heat
Holloween lady I done tricked her for her treat
I done changed my life for the better pussy boy
Ain't just rapping for the money or no Gucci boy
Hall of fame typa thuggin Ain't no rookie boy
This Rapper sour you can't roll me like no tootsie boy
And that's a fendi
She tryna see a drive thru so I took her ass to Wendy
Cause she wanna know somebody mugshot going trendy
And I ain't getting twenty
Plus my stomach empty
And I ain't feeling envy
I ain't got too many
Took me out out the mix I ain't fucking with ya trail
Just talked to my dawg saying free Drell
Reminiscing bout nem times we Ain't go to jail
Now you got me crying saying that the mission failed
I'm tryna hop out and go crank on em
I'm tryna jump out w no top
And put this flame on em
I got Jit on the way with my name on em
And I don't want her mad I ain put my chain on em
STG
I got a couple niggas on the land who wanna rock out
Tar told me stay in the booth don't need to pop out
I'm tryna stay poise but I feel better with my glock out
I done changed my life but they treat me like a drop out
They call me nfl and i don't even got a cleat
I'm sticking to the money so I put it on my feet
Cold hearted plus the mind running with the heat
Holloween lady I done tricked her for her treat
I done changed my life for the better pussy boy
Ain't just rapping for the money or no Gucci boy
Hall of fame typa thuggin Ain't no rookie boy
This Rapper sour you can't roll me like no tootsie boy
And that's a fendi
She tryna see a drive thru so I took her ass to Wendy
Cause she wanna know somebody mugshot going trendy
And I ain't getting twenty
Plus my stomach empty
And I ain't feeling envy
I ain't got too many
Took me out out the mix I ain't fucking with ya trail
Just talked to my dawg saying free Drell
Reminiscing bout nem times we Ain't go to jail
Now you got me crying saying that the mission failed
I'm tryna hop out and go crank on em
I'm tryna jump out w no top
And put this flame on em
I got Jit on the way with my name on em
And I don't want her mad I ain put my chain on em
STG
