Pray (feat. Conway the Machine)

Ay, what's up, all?

Ay, Griselda dope gang

Look, y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint

I ain't water it down, 'cause I didn't know that you were stupid

You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music

I could show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it

I know how to cock it, I know how to load it, and shoot it

I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices

We went from, what's crackin', to what's poppin'

I beat a body, then go gun shoppin'

You scared of the dark, my ****, you sunblockin'

I'm hot headed, my tongue dropped in a plug socket

Take your lung, pop it, then I'll lunch box it

I jump shotted, then double pump rockets in my bloodclot bloodclottin'

Fuck stoppin'

Your man got jumped, you were just watchin'

I left your body in the trunk rottin'

House **** never plucked cotton

I'm just boxed in, jabbin', I'm just boxin'

Trumped up charge

And I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings

You hustle or play ball, those are fucked up options

I just fucked memorylane up drunk drivin'

What-what?

What could y'all do to me?

My ex tryna put a hex on me

Voodoo me, it's heavy artillery

Strapped with the semi-harpoonery

I multitask, I'm lookin' at your chain

While I'm googlin' where to pawn jewelry

I ain't with the tomfoolery, I'm Huey P in the wrong community

All my laundry is Louis V

I burned 'em all clear, Prada and Gucci tee

Inside a eulogy, I'd rather you than me, partner

Whenever shots fly

And the rain falls

It's a homicide

Tell me, who can you call?

When the soul dies

You could be right around

It could be you or me

Who's ever quick on the draw

Mama, pray for me

Just pray for me

Ah-ha

Ay, you got shooters layin' on all your bushes and grass

Waitin' for you, so they can be took to the cash

Got you openin' your safe and got you pullin' out cash

And you know what happened next when he pulled up his mask

****, the muzzle flashed and the bullet, it passed

Through your melon, your whole shit gettin' put on the glass

Robbery gone bad news, bullet, and flash

I laughed 'cause I'm the **** that put up the bag

Yeah, I'ma be straight as long as my mama pray for me

If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me

Uh, gotta be solid all the way for me

Real ****, that's something you ain't gotta say for me

My resumé vouch

You was never straight, you ain't never weigh a ounce

I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penetrate her mouth

I get a word, a **** finna spray your house, muthafucka

When the shots fly

And the rain falls

It's a homicide

Tell me, who can you call?

When the soul dies

You could be right around

It could be you or me

Who's ever quick on the draw

Mama, pray for me

Just pray for me

Ah-ha

Ay