Pray for Me (Explicit)

Pray for Me (Explicit) - T.I./YFN Lucci

Lyrics by：Clifford Harris

Composed by：Clifford Harris

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

N***as in they feelings

Certain s**t can't be given

I'ma go and get it yeah

N***as got they hand out

S**t that ain't the way we livin' yeah

That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes

And ten of us n***as

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 s**t probably rented

I know my partners wit' me

Ain't no stoppin' this s**t 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 d**n

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 s**t you know that

You are not 'bout

Old n***a wit' some long money

N***a 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 n***a get on your a*s

You put laws on 'em

F**k that s**t I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em

Don't care how many police you call on 'em

Ridin' wit' my n***as '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 n***as know it all

Don't it

N***a 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' d**e for my first born I swear

Look at God won't he do it

Gotta run a bag up to Summer good

'Til the b***h 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 n***a

He gon' talk cash s**t 'til he run into me

Drop a bankroll on his main b***h

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 n***a 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' s**t in the Caribbean

Know you p***y can't even open eye when you shoot

When you live wit' that bulls**t 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

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 yeah

Who gon' ride wit' me

Aye who gon' ride wit' me

Yeah death before dishonor

But you lied to me d**n

This next beat is so God d**n sinister

That I don't even ahhm

It makes me feel like everything

It's just that nitty gritty f**kin' dirty South s**t

It makes me feel good

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