pray4dagang
 作曲 : Jordan Brooks/Rex Kudo/Carlton McDowell/Rakim Mayers/James Blake/Dacoury Natche
 Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
 I'll be gone 'til November, for over three-hundred days
 If I write you a letter, better read every page
 My baby leavin' for war, got a kid on the way
 I know I left you alone, was my biggest mistake
 If I'm leavin' on tour, nobody else can replace
 Pinky swear on your shades that I'll see you again
 But for now, just pray

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 Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray)

 Came back home, everybody gone
 Ain't nothin to say, gotta pray for the gang
 Came back home, everything wrong
 And everything changed, had to pray for the gang
 Pray like grace, say my grace, every day, I pray (Pray, pray)
 I pray to myself, picked up my traits and not my ways (That's my ways)
 Pray for myself, hope I don't get in my way, yeah
 Pray for these niggas and these hoes, in Jesus name, yeah

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 Sometimes I ask myself, like ridin' with them niggas
 How you mobbin' with them niggas?
 How you strivin' with them niggas?
 You ain't got no common interest
 When the slaughter continue like soccers
 I remember like Harlem, from the plaza, valet private
 Don't know where my guys went when, when they shot my partner
 Then I prayed to God, uh, but God ain't make no promise, uh-uh
 Weighin' on my heart, uh, yeah, heavy on my conscience, yeah
 Lotta bling and diamonds, yeah
 Got' expect that nonsense, yeah
 Gotta pray in silence, uh, got a thing for violence, uh
 Got a thing for drama, uh, got a thing for—
 (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah—)
 Money and power, yeah
 Tired of readin' them comments, yeah
 Gotta blame my climate, yeah
 Tryna breathe in toxins, yeah
 Why these hoes so toxic? Yeah
 Why I'm trendin' topic? Uh
 I'ma be a prophet, but I'ma need the profit

 Survivor's remorse, I'm guilty by choice, yeah
 I felt like this before
 Felt like I've been here before, yeah
 I got lifted from the curse, gift from the Lord
 Wrist slit by sword (Wrist slit by sword)
 Still healin' my scars, pray for the—
 Pay for the world, pray for the world