Gilbere Forte - Pray lyrics

Your time of death, my cost to living

Michigan feeling nigga, real white jordan 6’s

Went to school in the burbs, but don’t make no difference

White boys on my team, go harder than niggas

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

Unsigned like a motherfucker, now the labels fishing

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

Got a cool meal, on black shepherds, I know you but I’m cool bro

All black, all black, all black, my nigga, but you a known christian

Your mama dressed you for church nigga who you kidding

Dick in the booty ass niggas, you must be shit

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

Party ass got all the bitches, pg kind agot all the bitches

I’m a treal nigga, in hell figure, my style leave you end up missing

Fashion killer, paris life, hobbing bob sinclair

3000 electro lights

Walk hard, and my soul glow, 3000 electro nights

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

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

Or drive a gold cart through the shopping mall

Staring up skirts no draws

Cruising in front of your bitch, parking her whip

Talking…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

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Hah, who is surviving america, on the top floor, hysteria

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

Life’s a bitch but she suck a good dick

Hands fatter than the bottom of a …sitting low on 23 inch

Shush, belly of the beast but I ain’t hungry though

Vegan life for you pop rose, I know…flow

Andre …when I walk oh, …sweater when I’m laying low

I’m on the back and neat blowing heylows

With …by the case loads

One day I’ma ball like, jay dub and susu

On a private jet to el ritmo, instagraming my phone too

Wanna play by the…god damn, must be crazy

Fucking like I’m in the 80’s, ’87 I been that baby

Bombs, bombs, blown away, my swag done fucked your girls away

I sound myself, put your clothes away, rock here the beat, that’s a throwaway

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

Y’all no g, middle finger to them niggas dick ride to me

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray


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

Summer time in 92, back seat, I was rolling benzes

…that’s outside, I’m coming home, that grammy time

… 4 mile blood, I wheel that…

That I knew all life, you niggas gift…

Nigga, you think this the death of a dynasty

This art of war, … of me, I’ve been quite too long

Jay y nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heaven

Can you see them clouds

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray






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