Pray - Gilbere Forte

Yeah

My daddy was born ready, I was ready

Your time of death, my cost of living

Michigan/Philly nigga, red, white Jordan 6's

Went to school in the 'burbs, but that make no difference

White boys on my team go harder then niggas

We the best in the game, but yo coach ain’t never listen

Unsigned like a motherfucka, now that the labels fishing

Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cuz I ain’t feel the dough

Got a cool mil off «Black Chukkas», I know yo but I’m cool bro

All black, all black, all black!

(My nigga)

But you anointed Christian

Yo mama dressed you for church nigga, who you kiddin?

Dick-in-the-booty ass niggas, you must be shittin'

They say I’m the greatest in the world, but I’m tryna live it

40 ounce got all the bitches, P. G county got all the bitches

I’m a trill nigga, in Hilfiger, my style leave you end up missing

Fashion killer… Paris life I’m with Bob Sinclar…(get it?)

3000 electrolytes

Walk hard and my soul glow, 3000 electro lights

Got coke lines in the bathroom, baddest bitches live the wild life

Tall bitches give the best head, standing up on my bed

I drive a go cart through the shopping mall

Staring up skirts: no draws

Cruising in front of your bitch, parking her whip

Talking and gawking the kid, arguing 'bout shit

Both of y’all need to get off of my dick, dick

A nigga came too far, to live a lie

I die young… to be still alive

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray

Who will survive in America, on the top floor of hysteria

Looking down to my life, like how the fuck did I marry her?

Life’s a bitch but she suck a good dick

Ass fatter than the bottom of a Benz, sitting on low 23 inch

Shoosh!, belly of the beast, I ain’t hungry though

Vegan life for you pork rolls, En Noir leather short flow

Android Homme when I walk (cold), Balmain sweater when I’m laying low

I’m on a balcony blowing halo’s

With Topo Chico by the case load, staring at life tryna drink slow

One day I’mma ball like, Jay-Dub and Susu

On a private jet to that red moon, Instagram on my phone too

On a plane wildin out making babies

Goddamn I must be crazy (nigga)

Fucking like I’m in the 80s (nigga), 87 I was that baby (wooo)

Bombs bombs blown away

My swag done fucked yo hoes away

I style myself put your clothes away

Raak killed the beat, thats a throw away

Can’t find the body muthafuckin cold case, fuck everybody

Young OG… middle finger to niggas dick riding me

I wear my heart on my chest, ffffuck yo necklace, fuck yo necklace

Turning my phone off, ffffuck yo texts, fuck yo texts

My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing

Summer time in '92, back seat, I was rolling Benzes (Swerve!)

Clio Road, to that Southside, I’m coming home, at Grammy time

So my grandma know I still ride, for my blood, I will die

Forte and Bryant, I’m so king nigga kiss my highness

En Noir life, you niggas get from round us (wooo)

Nigga!

You think this the death of a dynasty

This art of war, Raak and DeNiro beside of me, I’ve been quiet too long

JWhi nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heaven

Can you see them clouds?