Hey
(Ayo, Cam-J, you got another one)
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah, nah-nah, uh
(God did that)
Last night I didn't pray, but I did today
Know they be plottin' on me
But I ain't prayed to God, I prayed to this AR, he see what I got goin'
He see what they sayin', but they not doin' (hey)
He see that I'm mad, but I'm not showin'
He know they got guns that they not blowin'
New choppa, I call this bitch popcorn, we on go
I ain't never sat around just talk about a nigga, that ain't what I do (hold on)
Hey, I ain't never cared about a whole 'nother nigga pockets, I got pockets too
Before I let a nigga take what I got, I be hangin' out the roof
Before I let a nigga say I'm just rappin', I be walkin' out the booth
Need a favor, call up Gucci, I know how that is, I know what the feel like (word)
My cousin facin' double life, the situation tight, in the pen, but he still 'right
Case ugly, he gutter, he still fight
And he know that I love him, he still write me
I put this shit on when I feel like it
I put on Dior, the shirt still Nike (hey)
I'm still from the trenches, "Walk, why you say trenches"
'Cause niggas cross you over pennies
This shit can get sickenin', they hate when you're winnin'
I spent sixty on a pendant
Went and got it back in 'bout twenty-five minutes
Went and did order for one-to-five penny
For this I'll die on my mental I'm finished
I hope that the gates open enough for a sinner
Real nigga, don't turn like a blender
Before I go rat, I'll burn up a weddin'
Before I go broke, I coke up a kitchen
Do notes in the city, remix up a biscuit
Lot of these niggas talkin', so fishy
Ain't caught you a body, just know 'bout the killin'
And niggas be lame for promotin' you niggas
They backdoor the nigga, they bolt with no pictures
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
Pray Video (MV)
Performed By: BigWalkDog
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Cameron A. Johnson, Dajour Jamal Walker, Sheriffe Blissit
BigWalkDog - Pray Lyrics
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Hey
(Ayo, Cam-J, you got another one)
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah, nah-nah, uh
(God did that)
Last night I didn't pray, but I did today
Know they be plottin' on me
But I ain't prayed to God, I prayed to this AR, he see what I got goin'
He see what they sayin', but they not doin' (hey)
He see that I'm mad, but I'm not showin'
He know they got guns that they not blowin'
New choppa, I call this bitch popcorn, we on go
I ain't never sat around just talk about a nigga, that ain't what I do (hold on)
Hey, I ain't never cared about a whole 'nother nigga pockets, I got pockets too
Before I let a nigga take what I got, I be hangin' out the roof
Before I let a nigga say I'm just rappin', I be walkin' out the booth
Need a favor, call up Gucci, I know how that is, I know what the feel like (word)
My cousin facin' double life, the situation tight, in the pen, but he still 'right
Case ugly, he gutter, he still fight
And he know that I love him, he still write me
I put this shit on when I feel like it
I put on Dior, the shirt still Nike (hey)
I'm still from the trenches, "Walk, why you say trenches"
'Cause niggas cross you over pennies
This shit can get sickenin', they hate when you're winnin'
I spent sixty on a pendant
Went and got it back in 'bout twenty-five minutes
Went and did order for one-to-five penny
For this I'll die on my mental I'm finished
I hope that the gates open enough for a sinner
Real nigga, don't turn like a blender
Before I go rat, I'll burn up a weddin'
Before I go broke, I coke up a kitchen
Do notes in the city, remix up a biscuit
Lot of these niggas talkin', so fishy
Ain't caught you a body, just know 'bout the killin'
And niggas be lame for promotin' you niggas
They backdoor the nigga, they bolt with no pictures
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
(Ayo, Cam-J, you got another one)
Uh, uh-uh-uh
Nah-nah, nah-nah, uh
(God did that)
Last night I didn't pray, but I did today
Know they be plottin' on me
But I ain't prayed to God, I prayed to this AR, he see what I got goin'
He see what they sayin', but they not doin' (hey)
He see that I'm mad, but I'm not showin'
He know they got guns that they not blowin'
New choppa, I call this bitch popcorn, we on go
I ain't never sat around just talk about a nigga, that ain't what I do (hold on)
Hey, I ain't never cared about a whole 'nother nigga pockets, I got pockets too
Before I let a nigga take what I got, I be hangin' out the roof
Before I let a nigga say I'm just rappin', I be walkin' out the booth
Need a favor, call up Gucci, I know how that is, I know what the feel like (word)
My cousin facin' double life, the situation tight, in the pen, but he still 'right
Case ugly, he gutter, he still fight
And he know that I love him, he still write me
I put this shit on when I feel like it
I put on Dior, the shirt still Nike (hey)
I'm still from the trenches, "Walk, why you say trenches"
'Cause niggas cross you over pennies
This shit can get sickenin', they hate when you're winnin'
I spent sixty on a pendant
Went and got it back in 'bout twenty-five minutes
Went and did order for one-to-five penny
For this I'll die on my mental I'm finished
I hope that the gates open enough for a sinner
Real nigga, don't turn like a blender
Before I go rat, I'll burn up a weddin'
Before I go broke, I coke up a kitchen
Do notes in the city, remix up a biscuit
Lot of these niggas talkin', so fishy
Ain't caught you a body, just know 'bout the killin'
And niggas be lame for promotin' you niggas
They backdoor the nigga, they bolt with no pictures
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
Rule number one in the game, it can go that way (yep)
In the rain, the sleet or the snow
They cuz got collection, the choppa they throwaway (ha)
It gon' take more than a prayer to go away
Shoppin' from Panama City like Noreaga
Work hit the city, like magic, get blown away
Outside with shooters, they shoot like a war clip
Writer: Cameron A. Johnson, Dajour Jamal Walker, Sheriffe Blissit
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING