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      Pray for Me (Ft YFN Lucci)

      Pray for Me (Ft YFN Lucci)

      T.I.

      Album: Dime Trap

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      T.I. - Pray for Me (Ft YFN Lucci) Música y Letra

      [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
      Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
      Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
      Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
      All I ask is that you pray for me
      
      [Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
      You know we always payin' attention
      Always out handlin' business
      Niggas in they feelins
      Certain shit can't be given
      I'ma go and get it, yeah
      Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
      That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas
      See, that's the way we kick it
      Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
      Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
      Everything that you got, that shit probably rented
      I know my partners wit' me
      Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh
      
      [Break: YFN Lucci]
      Who gon' ride wit' me?
      Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
      Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
      
      [Verse 2: T.I.]
      Made it to the top from the gutter
      Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
      Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
      Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother
      Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
      I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
      Old nigga wit' some long money
      Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
      Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it
      Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
      Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
      Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
      Don't care how many police you call on 'em
      Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
      If you got the dice, put it all on
      Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
      Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it?
      Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
      Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war
      I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
      Look at God, won't he do it
      Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void
      Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
      One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me
      Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me
      No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life
      Quarter million cash on a brand new jet
      Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that
      Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
      Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando
      You violate, retaliation got me mando
      I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
      Numbers scratched out, paper runner
      Strategy used to be take Atlanta
      Spread it then makin' it in Savannah
      Runnin' my play up the East Coast
      I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
      Kickin' shit in the Caribbean
      Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot
      When you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too
      I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth
      When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too
      Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too
      Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power
      I get money and dodgin' them cowards
      
      [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
      Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
      Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
      Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
      All I ask is that you pray for me
      
      [Break: YFN Lucci]
      Who gon' ride wit' me?
      Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
      Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
      Who gon' ride wit' me?
      Aye, who gon' ride wit' me?
      Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
      
      [Outro: Dave Chappelle]
      This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
      It makes me feel like everything
      It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit
      It makes me feel good
      This right here, this ones for the pull-up

      T.I. - Pray for Me (Ft YFN Lucci) Música y Letra

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