Pray (Remix)

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Uh-huh
Go get the bread for me
Yeah
(On God)
Ayy
(P. Dot got that pack)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
We gon' talk cash for a minute, but I punched for these
Niggas talkin' down on swipers, tell 'em suck our D's
Your bitch ain't complain when she got them bundles free
Ain't even wanna fuck her, she just had some fucked-up weave, yeah
Now let's talk money, fuck y'all mean?
I'm way up, might cash your bitch some double D's, yeah
I got Monty in this bitch throwin' up the B's
Get a body in this bitch like Chuck E. Cheese, nigga
Naw, stiff-arm, bitch (Fuck on)
Ain't got a penny for you, bout to get my bitch arm lit
We'll go in y'all shit, off the Henndog peeled
Tryna holla at a MILF, got the shocker like I'm Silk, ayy
Told me niggas gon' change, I ain't listen
Reminisce about my dogs, somebody gotta get it
A dub on me, still doin' fraud, I'ma dip it
Damn, at the Pistons game lookin' like a Piston
Yeah, chopper got the scope like I'm scientific
Ayy, yeah, drugs easing all my pain
When the beat on, I get flashbacks, yeah
Tryna prosper and look past that shit, yeah
Don't let me find out you was clout chasin' (Niggas hoes)
Yeah, all that being tough shit outdated (These niggas hoes)
Yeah, you gon' be the reason mama house vacant (These niggas hoes)
Yeah, I just gave lil' bro 'nem a down payment
One-of-ones on me, not no Dalmatians
Girl, you got me traumatized thinkin' every bitch like you
Got me thinkin' if I like a bitch, I'm a fool
Fucked up, I can't leave without the tool, ayy
Cut off people that I love, couldn't cry about it
If I get the wrong vibe, then I'm not around it (Shit crazy)
5674, I'll die about it, nigga
Whack a nigga and get high about it
Disrespect my brother like we ain't gon' slide about it
Niggas broke and they bored, they want clout up out us
Hear you throwin' slick shots, put a name on it
Just hit a freak bitch, ain't had to put no game on her
Gave her five-minute dick, put the gang on her
So she won't try shit, up that thang on her, ayy
Ayy, 'cause most these hoes opp bitches
I mean that's cool, but when we slide, I pray you not with 'em, bitch
Ayy, get a lil' change and watch everybody change
Get a lil' fame, shit'll never be the same
Killers on my head, nah, at least that's what they say
Everybody love me, at least that's what they claim
Now she wanna text, she wanna call me everyday
I don't feel the love, everybody actin' strange
I been out the way, now they say I'm bein' fake
Pushin' me away, they've been pushin' me away, ayy
Ayy, but how can I complain?
When I'm from the bottom, look how far a nigga came
When I'm with you, baby, I forget about the pain
But I gotta go, I gotta get back on this plane, yeah
And go right back M.I.A.
Right back in the field, baby, don't forget to pray
Lately, they been workin', I been gettin' through the rain
But I'ma be okay, ma, don't worry 'bout a thing
Yeah, in the jungle every day
You finally met a wolf in this world full of snakes, baby, yeah
Yeah, all these niggas prey, yeah
Tell the pastor when he pray, yeah
Don't forget to say my name
Bro 'nem had some beef, we just slid the other day, yeah
If you love me, then pray for me, yeah
Yeah, don't forget to pray, yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, don't forget to pray
Yeah, don't forget to pray for me, yeah, ayy
Don't forget to pray, yeah
Ayy, tell my brothers don't forget to pray for me
No, I won't forget to pray for you, ayy
Ayy, don't forget to—

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Tell the pastor pray for me, I need all the blessings (Yeah)
Facin' thirty years in prison, I been more than stressin' (On God)
Took a loss and learned from it, took it as a lesson (Yop)
Wake up early, getting to it, I ain't go to breakfast (Fuck breakfast)
Poppin' Percs and drinkin' syrup, it been hard to sleep (It is)
Feds hit you with some shit, that's gon' be hard to beat (It is)
Soon as a nigga change his life, they take you off the streets (Facts)
He ain't wanna go to trial, he had to take the plea (Goddamn)
My bitch left me when I really needed her the most (She did)
After all I did for her, that's what the hurt the most (Hurt)
Now it's money over bitches, yeah, I love the dough (Fuck bitches)
She turned me into a monster, I can't love another ho (Never)
Just paid twenty-seven hundred for a leather coat (Uh-huh)
After I wear it, I'ma trash that (Yop)
Gettin' money, you ain't gotta ask that (Huh?)
Ninety-some thousand in a trash bag (Racks)
Dope fiend baby, I was born in the '80s (Yop)
House full of choppers like we goin' at the navy (Fah-fah)
I ain't jumpin' on a nigga song unless he pay me
Pour some cold water on it, let it lock, and then scrape it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Soon as it dry, chop it up with the razor (Yeah)
Traffic down the block, I threw some to the neighbors (Here you go)
Niggas that you think happy for you really hatin' (They hatin')
All this jewelry on me like I'm signed to Roc Nation (Huh?)
Out in Cali shoppin', I'm just pickin' out flavors (Loud)
Arm out the window, I'm just pissing off haters (Pussy)
Brand new Hellcat off the lot with the papers (Skrrt)
Brand new 41 out the box with the papers (Rollie)
I ain't satisfied with what I got, but I'm grateful (I am)
Ain't bringin' nothin' to it, ain't no sittin' at the table (Nope)
Catch us all out at one time, look like we made it (Huh? Huh?)
Ghetto Boyz ENT, bitch, I run my own label, nigga