Prayer - Lucas Coly

Lord, I’m Coming To You For Some Help

I’m In Need Of Some Hope From Ya

I Know You Got Me And Look Over Me

I Know Everything That I Know From Ya

Get Me A Way To Get Right

Make It, I Promise That I Won’t Let Go From Ya

I’m Really Hoping That You’ll Hear My Prayers

I Could Never Let Go From Ya

I Got A 9 In My Left Hand

I Don’t Know What The Fuck Ima Do With It

I Be Talking Bout Hurting Niggas

And I’m The Type To Go Through With It

My Baby Be Telling Me Calm Down ‘Fore Fuck It Up Cause I’m Too Gifted

I Gotta Focus On Me, Na Forreal

And I Pray I Don’t Die Cause It’s Coo Living

Yes I Gotta Pay The Price

I Don’t Think You See The Pain In Me

Still Going, Ima Keep Pushing

But That Ain’t Me, That’s The Faith In Me

I Know Some Angels, They Be Around Me

So Everything Should Be Safe With Me

Ima Die Trying Like My Name 50

Roll It Up That Mary Jane Sticky

Maybe Some Day I Can Run Into

A Milli In Cash And Then Thumb It Through

I Wanna Be Great, Got A Grip On The Game

Ima Jump In That Shit Like I’m Corbin Bleu

They Fuck With Me, They Don’t Fuck With You

Oh You’s A Shooter? You Bussin' Too?

Nigga You Get On My Nerves

Don’t Tell Me What You Finna Come And Do

I Be Kicking Shit Real Solid

I Just Wanna Go And Stretch Bands

Split It With My Lil Baby Thang

Cause Lord Know That My Best Friend

I Do Not Fuck With These Niggas

See I Keep It Pushing, I’m Stepping On Next Y’all

I Really Know That I’m Next Dawg

So I Ain’t Even Tryna Flex Dawg

They Gon See Me Balling, When They See Me Balling

When I Was A Baby Probably Skipped The Crawling

I’m Ahead Of Niggas And I Spit Retarded

Niggas Mad, Label Me A Target

I Don’t Give A Fuck I’m On My P’s And Q’s

I Will Not Speak On What We Been Through

I Should Go Visit My Momma, She Miss Me

Ima Be Back In A Week Or Two

Ima Fuck Up The Game, I Ain’t Creepin' Through

I’m Here To Stay, I Ain’t Leaving You

We Got So Much Of A Bond, We Attached

And We Keeping Attached, Get Deep With You

If I Do It, That’s What I Mean To Do

I Needa Get High, Bring The Reefer Through

Me And My Niggas Been Through Some Shit

So It Ain’t No Telling What We Will Do

I Be Giving Em Me, They Don’t Feel Me Nigga

Fuck What They Say, This The Real Me Nigga

They Gon Have To Come And Kill Me Nigga

If You Think That You Got Me, You Tripping Nigga

But Shoutout To You If I’m Slipping Nigga

Stack Them Bitches To The Ceiling Nigga

Pull Up On Em, Just To Flex On Em

Smirk At Em, Then I’m Peeling Nigga

Lord, I’m Coming To You For Some Help

I’m In Need Of Some Hope From Ya

I Know You Got Me And Look Over Me

I Know Everything That I Know From Ya

Get Me A Way To Get Right

Make It, I Promise That I Won’t Let Go From Ya

I’m Really Hoping That You’ll Hear My Prayers

I Could Never Let Go From Ya

I Got A 9 In My Left Hand

I Don’t Know What The Fuck Ima Do With It

I Be Talking Bout Hurting Niggas

And I’m The Type To Go Through With It

My Baby Be Telling Me Calm Down ‘Fore Fuck It Up Cause I’m Too Gifted

I Gotta Focus On Me, Na Forreal

And I Pray I Don’t Die Cause It’s Coo Living