PRAY

[Intro: DYSTOPIAN.]
All the yes shit
Back in it
We back in the game, bro
They was coming for our necks
Fuck it, fuck it
Let me- let me show you how it's done

[Verse 1: DYSTOPIAN., T on Top]
I got my passion locked
Shit, I'm still in ash and shock
Saw too many people on that block go through that tragic stop
My money steady coming when I bag the pot
But fuck the steady money, shit I'm back to give this track a punch then laugh a lot
I pack it quick then laugh and leave
My mind is but a pack of weed
My numbers what she asking me, then go put her back to sleep
Throughout my fucking teens I really prolly spent a band on clips
Remember stuck with Tommy eating fried bologna sandwiches, I'm-
My passion holds a place in my chest
You don't know how many times I've had a blade to my neck
Played it like chess, was caged inside the fire with the knife tucked
Life was on the line, I told the buyers that the price up
I was challenged by my friends but now I'm back at it
Crack addicts came up to me and asked if I have a daddy
I was in that life and no, I'm not bragging
All I know is what I go through daily puts young men in caskets
I was challenged by my friends but now I'm back at it
Crack addicts came up to me and asked if I have a daddy (Do you have a father, sir?)
I was in that life and no, I'm not bragging
All I know is what I go through daily puts young men in- (CASKETS!)
I move back two steps then I take five
Eight lives left after pussy caught 'em and stray the fight
(T on Top, uh)
Pay the price, play it how you want you still gon' catch the fade
Now that kid is up, I wake up early just to stretch with bae
(Yo)

[Verse 2: T on Top]
They bought the striker back inside this little game
I guess it's time to take rights from all the hits and taste the wind just like it's Ryu
Don't try to volley bars like volleyball
Powerful setups with a strong-ass finish like this was haiku
They strike at anybody they giving some little hype to
This nine out redemption for all of my shitty lines too
Prudence is afraid to as clear
You wasn't wise, you step inside away, and so I figured you got to die too
No fine tuning precise movements
I confess my mind is dangerous, I act like [?]
I ain't crazy, I'm just loopy and loony
No matter if you roll or ride slow or speed up, they still couldn't loop me
Its a treason that I turned on them for just that reason
I go grind and got rhymes and so I left that season
Shit don't matter what matters how you battle here
I ball just like a cavalier
I play cards with a lavaliere
Yo pens been on that lower level, my wand on the magic here
I was on no ride, I took off in no time, and yes I'm taking your shine
Fear is just pockets of stress
Working best inside these pressure pockets, I'm turning into a diamond here
I'm sick of them claiming they're over me
It's surgery, they transition, these boys getting overies ejected
That's a check, son
We know you been the best, son
They told me be so humble so they love you at your best, son
Uh, and that's the best one (That's the best one)
And I don't gotta double check none
That was only test one

[Outro: T on Top]
You already know who it is, it's your boy T on Top
I'm on this jawn with DYSTOPIAN
Niggas been playing with my top, and you see I just needed some respect real quick
They gon' respect this, bruh
This shit may not get easier, but ay
This shit get better, though
That's on my soul