Pray For Me Lyrics
Started out heart cold (Heart cold)
Done it like never before (Done it like never before) (Never, never)
So many shows, so many tours (Woah)
And you the one that I do it for
Still goin’ to this day (To this day)
Still got all my songs on replay
If you want me to stay (Want me to stay)
I’m gon’ need you to just pray
Pray for me (For me, yeah)
‘Cause I’ve been in these streets so much, I don’t if I’ma make it (I don’t know)
I don’t if I’ma make it (I don’t know)
Pray for me (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause times get hard and the money gets low
But don’t give up, you gotta stay down before you get up
We got it out the mud like football cleats
You put the ring on my finger but you married to the streets (Ooh, ooh)
I know you gettin’ to the bag, baby
I just pray to God that make it back baby, huh
I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch takin’ you from me (No)
I’m more worried about the streets takin’ you from me (Oh)
I’m more worried about police takin’ you from me (Yeah, oh, oh)
So before you leave the house kiss me and tell me that you love me
Pray for me (Pray for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘Cause I’ve been in these streets so much, I don’t if I’ma make it (I don’t know)
I don’t if I’ma make it (No)
Pray for me (So, just pray for me, yeah)
‘Cause times get hard and the money gets low (Oh don’t give up)
But don’t give up, you gotta stay down before you get up
See I’ve been prayin’ for my [?]
Every night on my knees (On my knees)
I’ve been prayin’ for you (Prayin’, prayin’)
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head)
And not with your heart (Not with you heart)
You gotta mean what you say (What you say)
And finish, finish, what you start
[?] all the Gucci sweaters and gold Jesus pieces
Light up a backwood, uh
What you start, what you start
Maybach Music
Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz
Fell asleep gold Rolex on my wrist, huh
Who ever thought that I would growin’ to be rich?
All these niggas tried to hit me but these niggas missed (Han)
My brothers with your bomb, please send ’em my salam (Lord)
That brand new CLA cross my [?]
I swear I come in peace but my lil homies aren’t
Hear them gunshots that come from Brooklyn, I’m in the Bronx
Bulletproof the Bimmer and I’m battle ready (Boss)
Me and Kimmy