Whit. - Pray to the Sky
Pastor keep on telling my niggas we need to
Pray to the sky
Now wait for your time
Pray to the sky
Now wait for the fire
Pray to the sky
Stop wasting your time
I said God strike me down for what I’m saying right now
Saying right now
Pray to the sky
Now wait for your time
Pray to the sky
Now wait for the fire
Pray to the sky
Quit wasting your time
I said God strike me down for what I’m saying right now
Saying right now
Saying right now
How could the boy, dark as a field nigga
Talk eloquent, chastise my brothers but I’m still willing to kill with them
Dutch doors block out the moors but I’m still splitting the bills with them
Must be employing a bill printer
Way that I’m stacking these bills nigga
Way that I’m stacking these bills
You niggas crooked as Dutch angles
Look at the wrist, it’s all star spangled
Now take a pledge to that
How bout my niggas get ahead in rap
All of that money get bread then rat
Murder on my mind I dead the cat
Hand on the button, I press attack
Shit
Ay, I will not learn my lesson
Never looking for acceptance
I hear the bullshit then I question
My momma, my brother, my father who art up in heaven
Pray like they that taught me in Matthew 11
Been up at bat at the top of the 7th
Turning around I’m a prophet, chosen
Went a long way from the token
Replaced that persona, DeRozan
Don’t be mad Kawhi did em better
Counting my bread up, my cheddar, my feta
Niggas comparing the money to food cause I’m never getting full, I’m fed up
We could do better
Killing each other, watching niggas get wet up
Nigga I’m fed up
We telling allegories, writing magic stories with this pen I’m the teller
Yeah
Hallowed be his name
Y’all quick to lose your way you put your savior on a chain
Same chain that you doing all this dirty, can’t explain
I guess I’m rebuking all these demons that came wit' fame, uh
Pray to the sky
Now wait for your time
I pray to the sky
Then wait for the fire
Pray to the sky
Am I wasting my time
I said God strike me down I still am your child
Still am your child
Ay, ay
I got people faith but it’s people giving me directions to places they never been
Keep on telling to be perfect as if you never sinned
I understand being broken but you never bent
I’m not completely sold out but I’m spent a little bit
What’s the cost of being lost
What’s the cost of trying to be a boss
Should the lost really be following the lost
Written by:
Jerry Joseph
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