Prayed for This

[Intro]
(A-A-Ae)
Yeah, I came out them streets, yeah, I came out them streets
(A-A-Aevy music)

[Chorus]
I came out them streets, and a nigga done hustlin'
I came out them streets, nigga, [?]
Oh
Yeah, I pray to the drugs, nigga, I got it out in the streets
Yeah, I got out of my bed, nigga, my shoes just got some crease
Always keep my money on me
Couldn't even trust my momma the way I was countin' that muthafuckin' cheese
(Cheez-Its, Cheez-Its, uh, vlease)
I came out the bottom, I told that bitch to get on her knees
I came out the muthafuckin' bottom, bitch, please
They was always hatin' on the V. L. A .D
All these niggas still hate V. L. A .D
But they bitch probably sucked the gang up for the free

[Verse 1]
I was in the mothafuckin' stu, my brother was served
I got some money on my mind so I started swervin'
I got that bitch on my dick and it's making me nervous
Her boyfriend a mothafuckin' opp
I hope boy don't try 'cause you know we purging
V. L. A .D, I put my dick in that bitch, she deserve it
I'm just sippin' on lean today, I don't even wanna take no perky's
I'm itchin' when I'm around that hate and nigga, I think I'm allergic (I'm itchin', frrt)
They put a button on that bitch shootin' so you gotta curve it
Yeah, I look at her mothafuckin' pussy, it look like Kirby

[Verse 2]
I'm back on them drugs, nigga
Baby, watch out, that pack got syrup in it
She let me fuck, but I'm not the third, nigga
She let me fuck, I'm the first, nigga
A nigga's a hip in the 'burb sellin'
I got a carpet, a bird in it
The car don't land, but a bird in it
My bitch so bad, I curse bitches
His beat too fire, put a verse in it

I know a lot of niggas that be lying to talk
How 'bout the free car, nigga, I'm spinning and shit, and I don't give a fuck who you is (see ya)
I'm geekin', I sound like Yoda
When I be talking, I get me slurring my words
I put that dick in the motor
I dropped dick in that bitch, she drive on the curb (skrr)
Opp nigga try and get noticed
He'll get put on the ground with them RIP words
Plugs tryna tax me
I'ma cross his ass like you got served
Like, "Zelly, what's my purpose?"
I gotta cross that nigga, can't wait my turn
These niggas took my words
Like these niggas took my slurs
And I leave a nigga on the curve
On the curve

[Bridge]
I ain't fuckin' vappin' when I say that bitch give me verse
I'm 'bout to hop in that bag and I'm 'bout to hop in it first
I gotta get me some money so I'm 'bout to sell me a verse like crack
Pills in the trap right now, I sell me a bag, they give me a bird
Like bro wanna get on my hat right now, like fuck the stu' and fuck the verse
Like you know the rule, you hop in the motherfuckin' streets, get fucked, can't say a word

[Chorus]
Yeah, I pray to the drugs, nigga, I got it out in the streets
Yeah, I got out of my bed, nigga, my shoes just got some creases
Always keep my money on me
Couldn't even trust my momma the way I was countin' that motherfuckin' cheese
I came out the bottom, I told that bitch to get on her knees
I came out the motherfuckin' bottom, bitch please
They was always hating on the V. L. A .D
All these niggas still hate V. L. A .D
But they bitch probably sucked the gang up for the free