Pray (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Uh-huh
Go get the bread for me
Yeah
(On God)
Ayy
(P. Dot got that pack)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
We gon' talk cash for a minute, but I punched for these
n*ggas talkin' down on swipers, tell 'em suck our D's
Your b*tch ain't complain when she got them bundles free
Ain't even wanna f*ck her, she just had some f*cked-up weave, yeah
Now let's talk money, f*ck y'all mean?
I'm way up, might cash your b*tch some double D's, yeah
I got Monty in this b*tch throwin' up the B's
Get a body in this b*tch like Chuck E. Cheese, n*gga
Naw, stiff-arm, b*tch (f*ck on)
Ain't got a penny for you, bout to get my b*tch arm lit
We'll go in y'all sh*t, off the Henndog peeled
Tryna holla at a MILF, got the shocker like I'm Silk, ayy
Told me n*ggas gon' change, I ain't listen
Reminisce about my dogs, somebody gotta get it
A dub on me, still doin' fraud, I'ma dip it
Damn, at the Pistons game lookin' like a Piston
Yeah, chopper got the scope like I'm scientific
Ayy, yeah, drugs easing all my pain
When the beat on, I get flashbacks, yeah
Tryna prosper and look past that sh*t, yeah
Don't let me find out you was clout chasin' (n*ggas hoes)
Yeah, all that being tough sh*t outdated (These n*ggas hoes)
Yeah, you gon' be the reason mama house vacant (These n*ggas hoes)
Yeah, I just gave lil' bro 'nem a down payment
One-of-ones on me, not no Dalmatians
Girl, you got me traumatized thinkin' every b*tch like you
Got me thinkin' if I like a b*tch, I'm a fool
f*cked up, I can't leave without the tool, ayy
Cut off people that I love, couldn't cry about it
If I get the wrong vibe, then I'm not around it (sh*t crazy)
5674, I'll die about it, n*gga
Whack a n*gga and get high about it
Disrespect my brother like we ain't gon' slide about it
n*ggas broke and they bored, they want clout up out us
Hear you throwin' slick shots, put a name on it
Just hit a freak b*tch, ain't had to put no game on her
Gave her five-minute di*k, put the gang on her
So she won't try sh*t, up that thang on her, ayy
Ayy, 'cause most these hoes opp b*tches
I mean that's cool, but when we slide, I pray you not with 'em, b*tch
Ayy, get a lil' change and watch everybody change
Get a lil' fame, sh*t'll never be the same
Killers on my head, nah, at least that's what they say
Everybody love me, at least that's what they claim
Now she wanna text, she wanna call me everyday
I don't feel the love, everybody actin' strange
I been out the way, now they say I'm bein' fake
Pushin' me away, they've been pushin' me away, ayy
Ayy, but how can I complain?
When I'm from the bottom, look how far a n*gga came
When I'm with you, baby, I forget about the pain
But I gotta go, I gotta get back on this plane, yeah
And go right back M.I.A.
Right back in the field, baby, don't forget to pray
Lately, they been workin', I been gettin' through the rain
But I'ma be okay, ma, don't worry 'bout a thing
Yeah, in the jungle every day
You finally met a wolf in this world full of snakes, baby, yeah
Yeah, all these n*ggas prey, yeah
Tell the pastor when he pray, yeah
Don't forget to say my name
Bro 'nem had some beef, we just slid the other day, yeah
If you love me, then pray for me, yeah
Yeah, don't forget to pray, yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, don't forget to pray
Yeah, don't forget to pray for me, yeah, ayy
Don't forget to pray, yeah
Ayy, tell my brothers don't forget to pray for me
No, I won't forget to pray for you, ayy
Ayy, don't forget to—
[Verse 2: Peezy]
Tell the pastor pray for me, I need all the blessings (Yeah)
Facin' thirty years in prison, I been more than stressin' (On God)
Took a loss and learned from it, took it as a lesson (Yop)
Wake up early, getting to it, I ain't go to breakfast (f*ck breakfast)
Poppin' Percs and drinkin' syrup, it been hard to sleep (It is)
Feds hit you with some sh*t, that's gon' be hard to beat (It is)
Soon as a n*gga change his life, they take you off the streets (Facts)
He ain't wanna go to trial, he had to take the plea (Goddamn)
My b*tch left me when I really needed her the most (She did)
After all I did for her, that's what the hurt the most (Hurt)
Now it's money over b*tches, yeah, I love the dough (f*ck b*tches)
She turned me into a monster, I can't love another ho (Never)
Just paid twenty-seven hundred for a leather coat (Uh-huh)
After I wear it, I'ma trash that (Yop)
Gettin' money, you ain't gotta ask that (Huh?)
Ninety-some thousand in a trash bag (Racks)
Dope fiend baby, I was born in the '80s (Yop)
House full of choppers like we goin' at the navy (Fah-fah)
I ain't jumpin' on a n*gga song unless he pay me
Pour some cold water on it, let it lock, and then scrape it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Soon as it dry, chop it up with the razor (Yeah)
Traffic down the block, I threw some to the neighbors (Here you go)
n*ggas that you think happy for you really hatin' (They hatin')
All this jewelry on me like I'm signed to Roc Nation (Huh?)
Out in Cali shoppin', I'm just pickin' out flavors (Loud)
Arm out the window, I'm just p*ssing off haters (pus*y)
Brand new Hellcat off the lot with the papers (Skrrt)
Brand new 41 out the box with the papers (Rollie)
I ain't satisfied with what I got, but I'm grateful (I am)
Ain't bringin' nothin' to it, ain't no sittin' at the table (Nope)
Catch us all out at one time, look like we made it (Huh? Huh?)
Ghetto Boyz ENT, b*tch, I run my own label, n*gga