Pray for Me (feat. YFN Lucci)

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
 Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
 Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
 All I ask is that you pray for me
 You know we always payin' attention
 Always out handlin' business
 Niggas in they feelins
 Certain shit can't be given
 I'ma go and get it, yeah
 Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
 That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
 See, that's the way we kick it
 Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
 Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
 Everything that you got, that shit probably rented
 I know my partners wit' me
 Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 Made it to the top from the gutter
 Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
 Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
 Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother
 Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
 I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
 Old nigga wit' some long money
 Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
 Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it
 Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
 Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
 Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
 Don't care how many police you call on 'em
 Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
 If you got the dice, put it all on
 Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
 Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
 Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
 Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war
 I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
 Look at God, won't he do it
 Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
 Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
 One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
 Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
 No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life
 Quarter million cash on a brand new jet
 Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that
 Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
 Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando
 You violate, retaliation got me mando
 I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
 Numbers scratched out, paper runner
 Strategy used to be take Atlanta
 Spread it then makin' it in Savannah
 Runnin' my play up the East Coast
 I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
 Kickin' shit in the Caribbean
 Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
 When you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
 I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
 When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
 Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too
 Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power
 I get money and dodgin' them cowards
 Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
 Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
 Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
 All I ask is that you pray for me
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 ♪
 This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
 It makes me feel like everything
 It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
 It makes me feel good
 This right here, this ones for the pull-up
 
 Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
 Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
 Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
 All I ask is that you pray for me
 You know we always payin' attention
 Always out handlin' business
 Niggas in they feelins
 Certain shit can't be given
 I'ma go and get it, yeah
 Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
 That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
 See, that's the way we kick it
 Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
 Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
 Everything that you got, that shit probably rented
 I know my partners wit' me
 Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 Made it to the top from the gutter
 Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
 Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
 Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother
 Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
 I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
 Old nigga wit' some long money
 Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
 Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it
 Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
 Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
 Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
 Don't care how many police you call on 'em
 Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
 If you got the dice, put it all on
 Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
 Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
 Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
 Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war
 I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
 Look at God, won't he do it
 Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
 Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
 One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
 Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
 No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life
 Quarter million cash on a brand new jet
 Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that
 Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
 Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando
 You violate, retaliation got me mando
 I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
 Numbers scratched out, paper runner
 Strategy used to be take Atlanta
 Spread it then makin' it in Savannah
 Runnin' my play up the East Coast
 I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
 Kickin' shit in the Caribbean
 Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
 When you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
 I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
 When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
 Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too
 Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power
 I get money and dodgin' them cowards
 Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
 Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
 Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
 All I ask is that you pray for me
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 Who gon' ride wit' me?
 Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
 Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
 ♪
 This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
 It makes me feel like everything
 It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
 It makes me feel good
 This right here, this ones for the pull-up