Pray
Jim Jones
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What about the gunshots? (Ha)
Bet they missed from a close proximity (You missed nigga)
I be riding with the 30 shot (Got it)
Laying low, got the toast in the tinted V (You hear me?)
In the Ghost like the Trinity (Ha)
Father and the Son (Police)
Yeah I'm thinking harder for my son
Leave a legacy
He can be better than his father will become (True shit)
Got a couple partners on the run (Huh)
Still getting money in the parties, having fun (It's crazy right?)
They be selling drugs like it's legal
Til the feds catch 'em like it's measles (True)
If I knew then what I knew now man instead of selling dope
I'd make a million dollars off needles (Think about that)
But the truth is I was on blocks that was known
For making million dollars off selling diesel (Huh)
It's kinda hard tryna rap and not implicate
Who's with you riding dirty on the interstate (Huh)
Who's cutting up birds with you
Let it dry then you cut it up and grandma'll stain the plate (Mama)
Call a jeweler up, that's another one
It's 20k put it all in the face (Huh)
So I can put it all in your face
Jewish lawyer so you know he gon' win the case
That's why I stay high, yeah I be faded
Oh lord I be faded
I be thinking 'bout the drive-by
I be happy that I made it
It's kinda hard being a real nigga
And not being jaded
That's why I get so high
Goddamn I be faded, lord
And I know times is hard but they say it gets better
And I say my prayers (Yeah)
And I know times is hard but you know it gets better
And I say my prayers (Uh, shit)
Mama told me to pray for her (Pray for me)
But it seems like it never came (Where he at?)
I'm in this drop top in Southern Cali (Huh)
Shit, you know they told me that it never rains (Where the work at?)
I'm in Miami tryna live though
'Cause it seems that we die when we get the fame (Yuh)
Hoes going back and forth for papi
Told 'em, next time I need better cane (You hear me?)
Nah he ain't gon' say who (Nah)
But, I heard that he said a name (That's fucked up though)
They still mailing out the
It hurt my heart when them damn three letters came (Miss you nigga)
You know the FBI (Huh)
Tell 'em that my lawyer got direct (Fuck them too)
Tell me catch me dead wrong, I'm with some bitches
In a thong, down bottom with some jetskis high (Huh)
I'm in Miami by the sandbar (True)
Used to pack the pump on the handlebar (True)
Just like Snoop did (Huh)
Back then when he was riding on the bike in the video (Remember that?)
And I can tell you how I did it though (Chill)
Woah, that dough getting deep again
I'm in the pool full of sharks on the deeper end
We packing guns that belong on CNN (Just fire)
How mama bills gon' get paid?
I'd rather hustle than minimum wage (Yeah)
Dreams of me getting rich
I wanna see all my niggas get paid (Paid)
They tell me that I'm too wild (Too wild)
Each story got two sides (Two sides)
That's why I just pray (Pray)
And every night I just pray
That's why I stay high, yeah I be faded
Oh lord I be faded
I be thinking 'bout the drive-by
I be happy that I made it
It's kinda hard being a real nigga
And not being jaded
That's why I get so high
Goddamn I be faded, lord
And I know times is hard but they say it gets better
And I say my prayers (Yeah)
And I know times is hard but you know it gets better
And I say my prayers