Pray 4 My Enemies - Philthy Rich, Lil Pete, Prezi

Ayy it’s Philthy nigga

Pray for my enemies

You know attention is like money

Everybody want some, uh-huh

Look, look, look, look

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Look, bosses don’t engage in the small talk

See when it’s beef it’s no peace, you can’t call it off

Couple killers waiting on that phone call

Ten thousand four ways, they’ll knock you off

Gotta couple Rollies I can pass around

Graduated from the streets, no cap and gown (Seminary)

Once you drop your nuts it’s no backin' down

Hi-Tech in my cup, it’s no Act in town

They took the elevator while I took the stairs

Payless on my feet, yeah I took the stares

Now it’s red bottoms, every day a different pair

Three thousand on these shoes I’ll probably never wear, it’s Philthy

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Reminiscing, miss my niggas, how it used to be

If you don’t know me by now you gon' get used to me

He told on the gang then you ain’t fuckin' with him

But if he told on the opps you still fuckin' with him

Comin' from the struggle, bitch it’s different levels

We up now and I ain’t even have to push the pedal

If they ain’t talkin' 'bout them M’s I ain’t tryna settle

The streets cold so you know we gotta keep the metal

My cousin still thuggin' on the stay away

Sucker hit, I know he prayin' for another day

Couple seen but you know I take 'em to the grave

She just gave me twenty bands, she ain’t seen my face

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

I remember them broke days, I swear the nights was long

Them suckers see that I’m on and now they mad I’m home

I was taught to protect my brothers but they say I’m wrong

When I was strugglin' by myself nobody put me on

Touched ten bands from two shows, that was out of town

Checkin' chicken from two hoes that be out of town

Most these niggas playin' roles, I guess they actors now

My niggas apply the pressure, ain’t no backing down

Interrogation, facing life, I still ain’t say a thing

I prayed they kept it in the streets but niggas said my name

Gettin' money and groupie bitches isn’t fascinating

I’m doin' better, bitch it’s Prezi, no assassination

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back

Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad

Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag

I just thank the lord when I count the cash

I remember I was poor, I’m never going back