pray4dagang (feat. KayCyy)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I'll be gone 'til November, for over three-hundred days

If I write you a letter, better read every page

My baby leavin' for war, got a kid on the way

I know I left you alone, was my biggest mistake

If I'm leavin' on tour, nobody else can replace

Pinky swear on your shades that I'll see you again

But for now, just pray

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the—

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Rrah, rrah)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the—

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray, gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang)

Pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the gang (Gang), pray for—

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray)

Came back home, everybody gone

Ain't nothin to say, gotta pray for the gang

Came back home, everything wrong

And everything changed, had to pray for the gang

Pray like grace, say my grace, every day, I pray (Pray, pray)

I pray to myself, picked up my traits and not my ways (That's my ways)

Pray for myself, hope I don't get in my way, yeah

Pray for these niggas and these hoes, in Jesus name, yeah

I pray for the gang

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray for the gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, rrah, rrah, rrah)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang, gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the— (Gang, gang)

Gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang)

Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang)

Sometimes I ask myself, like ridin' with them niggas

How you mobbin' with them niggas?

How you strivin' with them niggas?

You ain't got no common interest

When the slaughter continue like soccers

I remember like Harlem, from the plaza, valet private

Don't know where my guys went when, when they shot my partner

Then I prayed to God, uh, but God ain't make no promise, uh-uh

Weighin' on my heart, uh, yeah, heavy on my conscience, yeah

Lotta bling and diamonds, yeah

Got' expect that nonsense, yeah

Gotta pray in silence, uh, got a thing for violence, uh

Got a thing for drama, uh, got a thing for—

(Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah—)

Money and power, yeah

Tired of readin' them comments, yeah

Gotta blame my climate, yeah

Tryna breathe in toxins, yeah

Why these hoes so toxic? Yeah

Why I'm trendin' topic? Uh

I'ma be a prophet, but I'ma need the profit

Survivor's remorse, I'm guilty by choice, yeah

I felt like this before

Felt like I've been here before, yeah

I got lifted from the curse, gift from the Lord

Wrist slit by sword (Wrist slit by sword)

Still healin' my scars, pray for the—

Pay for the world, pray for the world