Pray 4 Us

I used to think about immature things

You know, like, do you love me?

Do you want me?

Are you gonna call me like you said you would?

Is this really your real phone number?

Yeah, you see-through

Bite from a snake, lethal

Woke up rockin' Evisu

If you don't wanna stay, why keep you?

In the rain where I leave you

If you ain't gang, why would I piece you?

Like, what's up?

More money, more love

AP, two-tone, I was outside with that chrome

Maybach ready to go

Look at my neck, its covered in stones

Look at my yard, its covered in bones

King of the hill, all of my family is royalty nigga, you better kneel

Don't gotta talk 'bout respect in this shit, you know the real

Don't gotta talk 'bout my blessings and shit, we know the real

I don't want that fake love, it ain't real

It ain't much to say, love, it's 2AM

I'm crazy 'bout your love

Go over and above

You know I'm pourin' up, smoking on the gas

I'm a demon in the nighttime, leave them in the past

When I fuck that bitch she call me dad

She say that's the best love that she ever had

Shit, you gotta get in your bag

You gotta get to the cash, you gotta get it in digital dash

Steppin' on shit, keep a Glock and mask

Turnin' your plaid tie-dye

Throwin' up bands in G5, double C bag on TY

Don't wanna see him reach in

It's late night and we creepin

This her class but I teach her

Road kill shit in my ox fur

We could go get you a doctor

Better go get you a perc

That boy in pain, he hurt

Leave that lil bitch in the dirt

Put that lil bitch on a shirt

Gonna let shit fly high

RIP Spooky, RIP 9

See an opp man drop me the dime

We ain't worried bout shit or time

Let a boy stank in hard times

Psycho out of my mind

I think I'm Picasso I'm painting your ride

Red rum, hundred shots, pussy you done

Run up the bread it was crumbs

Now I got a damn green thumb

Now I got a pair of green lungs

My momma told me the devil a lie

My auntie in here speaking tongue

I'll get to the top I'm a lunge

I know I'm the shit but they'll never plunge

My Draco got kicked so you better run

I'm taking a pic with my bitch in the sun

That boy Michael Vick, that boy like to run

I'm out with the gang, no clique no squad

You know we the gang you know we the mob