Oh (You think you know me) When we rappin'?
Pray (Pray), pray Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh) Pray for my thots on the other side (Side) Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45 Pray when you shoot, it's a homicide Pray for my haters, they terrified Nigga could kill me, I'm verified But I'm still alive, yeah, I'm still alive Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron I'm so confused, I ain't hard to find I push you pussies behind the pine Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine Come out the pocketbook every time Feel like I'm shootin', I'm shiftin' time Dressed in your grandmama hand-me-downs, pussy nigga Huh, sucka, I'm prominent, I was anonymous I been in front of you every time This ain't a bridge, it's a collar crime I put my soul into every bar (Man) Into every verse, man, into every rhyme (Shit) I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (Huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said, "You better count your blessings for real" Amen (Woo!) Pray (Pray), pray Pray for my babies, they doin' time Pray that these crackers don't Columbine I just pray that I peak before my decline Make 'em hit recline You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip And go into the Kimber that hit your spine Britney, this a sign Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime Ooh, I should pray for a better line But I don't wan' make all my peers resign 2035, I'll be 45 They say the church leave us all behind Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind Pray for all of these niggas been lyin' and frontin' for company Bitch, I'm a diva, no punk in me Fuck you want from me? I'll put you under me, nigga (Oh) I'll put your soul in a struggle bar I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (Huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said, "You better count your blessings for real" Amen Praise the motherfuckin' lord (Oh, dead-dead-deadly)