Pray & Pattern

[Intro]
(Uh uh, uh uh, uh oh oh ay, uh ayo)
(Uh, yeah)

With the same G's that’s where you'll find me (ay)
Some of them are straight greaze, some business minded (uh)
I don't really judge ’em though cause my bros some riders (ay)
And I love them all the same though
Helped me on my feet when I was way low
Ain't gonna speak about it they know
Thank God I got G's who will protect me
From all the enemies who hide in plain clothes
I don't want corn to fly on the main road
I don't want beef with no potatoes
Man can't tell me nothing about taking L's
But this year we'll soon replace those [*Komenz!*]

[Verse]
I can never make fuss
It’s only God that can elevate us
If one day all the mandem buss
Don’t get in confused, the reason ain't us
We put the work in, late night lurking
Still pray cah nothing ain’t certain
Man call me A-Town cause I never lay down
I can't sleep if the birds ain't chirping
Up all hours of the night
I was tryna play it cool, now I'm on the hype
A ’lotta man prolly thought that I'm from the past
Cause I bring them old school powers on the mic
Grew up in a place where cowards wanna fight
I was on the sidelines, I was tryna write
Difficult to live right when you're in the dark
But I see through that now I'm in the light, it's calm

Let them ring the alarm, it's calm
Let them bring through the arms, it's calm
"I don't understand how you are this calm"
Tell a man chill let me spark this psalm
Trust me I've been through dramas
But ain't no man taking me off this path
Oceans thrown in my way will part
Moses flow when he raised this staff
Bros on the road say they rate this dog
Holes in my clothes I ain't A-list dog
Still man serve an amazing God
Hope they know who I make this for

Bruised fruit, man I got pains and scars
Through tunes, I'mma take pain off marj
Got a phone call from Komenz a few weeks back
Said his donny could be facing charge
Still got heart
Nights I was paid with a curry and a Mars
Show some respect I been studying my craft
I ain't being funny when I tell 'em pay the money in advance
Nah, me and my buddies go in hard
See me on the road looking like I'm mad bummy but I'm calm
Man can't tell about a graft
Editing the same bar till I'm on the 29th draft

I'm tryna be the head of my class
So I pray hard don't care by the men who might laugh
And they can't tell me bout scars
Anytime I touch mic I ain't scared of telling my past
I will never shy away from it
Every day I take a page from it
Feeling brave come and say suttin
Last time I checked, the real got respect
But I guess nowadays we don't rate nuttin

You wanna know how we make this happen
It's no secret pray then pattern
They wanna box like Haye and Hatton
For big rings like Drake or suttin
But it ain't like that since me and the mandem linked up
All the fake ones scattered
Everyday make bangers
Say what matters
Big work rate, no slackers

[Outro]
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray

We pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray

We pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray

Pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
And pray it works out some day (ay)

(Oooh ooh)