Pray for Me (feat. Rick Ross & Musiq Soulchild)

Xtassy Started out hardcore (Hardcore) 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 the come 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 you make it back baby, huh (Oh) 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, gotta stay down for the come up See I've been prayin' for my trapped niggas 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 Return of the cooties sweaters and gold Jesus pieces Light up a backwoods, 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 grow and 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 SEL across my mother's lawn I swear I come in peace but my lil homies aren't Hear them gunshots that come from Brooklyn, I'm in the Bronx (Bang) Bulletproof the Bimmer now I'm battle ready (Boss) Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever, adversaries (Wooo) I'm talkin' money, pussy, nigga, Tyler Perry (Wooo) Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready (Han) Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces' gotta do it big (Uh) Run up on you and I really let you live It ain't trafficking unless its twenty mil' I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (Boss) Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces' gotta do it big (Ha) Fab said you need Kim if you gon' do it big Niggas want the smoke, I hope out with the cig I'll wack a nigga then buy a flight to Madrid I did the bid, now I do the most Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boast Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast Rich milli', have million My shit slap silly n' Quarter milli' this year on shoes Give a broke bitch the blues Ran off with a couple mill in high heel Jimmy Choo's, I'm a bad bitch from every angle Jesús hang around your neck like the noose Make the Bishop pray for you, 'cause you know I got the juice We bet it big at the crap table Seven eleven, open like we seven-eleven Workin' all night, twenty-four-seven Fuck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend Put that on my bredrin Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend Ross the boss, Kim the Queen, is you stupid? Ride the beat like a Wraith but this is May-may-maybach Music Pray for me (Pray for me, oh) '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, oh) Pray for me (Just pray for me, pray for me) 'Cause, times get hard and the money gets low (Oh don't give up) But don't give up, gotta stay down for the come up