Street Prayers

[Chorus]
All of these demons, you know that they taught me
Ridin' life in the bin if they caught me
Blowin' Cali straight up with my shorty
Yeah she classy but she naughty
With the glizzy or the forty
Brudda will spray it yeah so don't taunt me
Out ere' you gotta play the streets before the streets play you
Out ere' rollin' with the heat, gotta make a street prayer
You woke up in the mornin'? Make a street prayer
Out ere' juggin' late, gotta make a street prayer
Yeah, don't let the streets dem take you

[Verse 1]
If I tell you I love you, ou know that I mean it, yeah-yeah
Sell crack to my cousin, this money I fiend it, yeah-yeah
Have you ever seen a cat OD? Yeah I seen it, yeah-yeah-yeah
I got PTSD, I don't feel it
I put my heart on the line
My heart so cold I can't even heal it
This guy said he'd kill my bro
Don't wear the Rolly, didn't even mean it
I put it on god, I put it on god them niggas there gon' feel it
Put it on god, them niggas there gon' feel it

[Chorus]
All of these demons, you know that they taught me
Ridin' life in the bin if they caught me
Blowin' Cali straight up with my shorty
Yeah she classy but she naughty
With the glizzy or the forty
Brudda will spray it yeah so don't taunt me
Out ere' you gotta play the streets before the streets play you
Out ere' rollin' with the heat, gotta make a street prayer
You woke up in the mornin'? Make a street prayer
Out ere' juggin' late, gotta make a street prayer
Yeah, don't let the streets dem take you

[Pre-Verse]
Gotta watch your homies, they be plottin' on ya low key
They be plottin' on ya
Gotta watch your homies, they be plottin' on ya low key
They be plottin' on ya

[Verse 2]
Real recognise real, I'm out ere'
I'm just tryna dodge the snakes
I didn't choose this path that I took
I just guess that it's faith
Took her life over disrespect
Don't flush yours down the drain
I need baguette's, I need my Patek
I need money, fuck the fame
Road and robbers, killin' shotters
I be prayin' that police don't stop up
In the Pyrex, we better lock it
Swear my niggas got urges to cock it
Music blowin' up just like a rocket
Lean in my cup, might straight stop it
Lean in my cup to help me with these losses

[Chorus]
All of these demons, you know that they taught me
Ridin' life in the bin if they caught me
Blowin' Cali straight up with my shorty
Yeah she classy but she naughty
With the glizzy or the forty
Brudda will spray it yeah so don't taunt me
Out ere' you gotta play the streets before the streets play you
Out ere' rollin' with the heat, gotta make a street prayer
You woke up in the mornin'? Make a street prayer
Out ere' juggin' late, gotta make a street prayer
Yeah, don't let the streets dem take you