Gilbere Forte - PRAY Lyrics
[Intro]YeahMy daddy was born ready, I was ready[Verse 1]Your time of death, my cost of livingMichigan/Philly nigga, red, white Jordan 6'sWent to school in the 'burbs, but that make no differenceWhite boys on my team go harder then niggasWe the best in the game, but yo coach ain't never listenUnsigned like a mother*****a, now that the labels phishingSigned a deal a year ago, got out of it cuz I ain't feel the doughGot a cool mil off "Black Chukkas", I know yo but I'm cool broAll black, all black, all black! (My nigga)But you anointed ChristianYo mama dressed you for church nigga, who you kiddin?Dick-in-the-booty ass niggas, you must be shittin'They say I'm the greatest in the world, but I'm tryna live it40 ounce got all the *****es, P.G county got all the *****esI’m a trill nigga, in Hilfiger, my style leave you end up missingFashion killer...Paris life I'm with Bob Sinclar...(get it?)3000 electro lightsWalk hard and my soul glow, 3000 electro lightsGot coke lines in the bathroom, baddest *****es live the wild lifeTall *****es give the best head, standing up on my bedI drive a go cart through the shopping mallStaring up skirts no drawsCruising in front of your *****, parking her whipTalking and gawkin the kid, arguing 'bout shitBoth of y’all need to get off of my dick, dickA nigga came too far, to live a lieI die young...to be still alive[Hook]Let us pray, let us pray, let us prayLet us pray, let us pray, let us pray[Verse 2]Who will survive in America, on the top floor of hysteriaLooking down to my life, like how the ***** did I marry her?Life’s a ***** but she suck a good dickAss fatter than the bottom of a Benz, sitting on low 23 inchShoosh!, belly of the beast, I ain’t hungry thoughVegan life for you pork rolls, En Noir leather short flowAndroid Homme when I walk (cold), Balmain sweater when I’m laying lowI'm on a balcony blowing halo'sWith Topo Chico by the case load, staring at life tryna drink slowOne day I'mma ball like, Jay-Dub and SusuOn a private jet to that red moon, Instagram on my phone tooOn a plane wildin out making babiesGoddamn I must be crazy (nigga)*****ing like I'm in the 80s (nigga), 87 I was that baby (wooo)Bombs bombs blown awayMy swag done *****ed yo hoes awayI style myself put your clothes awayRaak killed the beat, thats a throw awayCan't find the body mutha*****in cold case, ***** everybodyYoung OG…middle finger to niggas dick riding me[Hook][Verse 3]I wear my heart on my chest, fff***** yo necklace, ***** yo necklaceTurning my phone off, fff***** yo texts, ***** yo textsMy daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessingSummer time in '92, back seat, I was rolling Benzes (Swerve!)Clio Road, to that Southside, I’m coming home, at Grammy timeSo my grandma know I still ride, for my blood, I will dieForte and Bryant, I'm so king nigga kiss my highnessEn Noir life, you niggas get from round us (wooo)Nigga! You think this the death of a dynastyThis art of war, Raak and DeNiro beside of me, I’ve been quiet too longJWhi nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heavenCan you see them clouds?[Let us pray]
