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Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Hold my black nina in the sky shoot it high
Maybe hit an angel watch it fall down, fam
Free the whole posse, free the guys
All my life been addicted to the pussy that's my vice, yeah
Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' all my problems
I don't need nobody, I just need my bottle that's for certain
Put the pussy on the pedestal
I don't got no industry friends 'cause I'm rude
So I told myself
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Momma pray every day, head straight
Kept my head right, round my whole state
You know you gon' have to keep a bad bitch
You know that the younger niggas look at you
Ride with a nigga, yeah they feel you
Cactus for my Citron, know I had to
But the music business think that you gon' take out Chance nigga
Pass Kanye, and be the man, cool
DC, yeah you know they fucking proud of you
Wilding out, shout out Luciano, yeah we're flying now
Out this motherfucking, prolly be up in the White House
White bitch talking 'bout she love her niggas blacked out
From the north, but be in the south
Went to Penthouse suite from sleeping up on momma couch on momma house
And momma gave him momma slave and now her son is getting paid
And papa was a rolling stone now his son on Rolling Stone
And all I said was shit
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons 'way, fam
Pray every day, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons, keep the haters
Keep 'em, keep 'em
Lord, I pray for wealth and power over all these motherfuckers
For the DMV to reign for many moons
Fuck these rappers, fuck these labels
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches, you hear me
They killed my nigga and I pray for revenge
Control me and use me the way you would allow me to
Amen
Writer(s): Axel Albert Morgan, Rupert Thomas, Joshua Scruggs, D'anthony William Carlos
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