Pray For What

[Intro] Sometimes I be feeling like [Verse 1] Pray for what? May go nuts I'm riding through the city and if they ain't gon' bust I bet you everybody wanna hate on us But I'm too busy trying to get my bankroll up I pull up in the whip and get to hopping out the shit which I was looking like a motherfucking tank rolled up My brains on drugs And then I get to thinking to myself it's really funny how we bang on us Got two devils on my shoulder will an angel come? I really wonder will a nigga's faith go up? I'm picking up a buck and hoping change gon' come But then I get to ripping up a pay so what? Put the belt around my wrist and then my veins swole up I don't wanna live another day no love I try to find religion but my brain won't budge And everybody talking about the same ol' stuff but I got them rainbow colors in my same ol' cup I'ma drink till I can't or a faith grow up I lay for the day and I ain't woke up And I'm laying there dead, is my case closed shut? Who they fucking tell me that I can't blow up? Turn my back upon this city full of face so fuck Anybody wolfing shit about the Brain or what Cause I make a living off of what I say hold up Everybody know a nigga, name yo slut I don't really gotta try to make no buzz I be trying to keep it cool but you fake ol' thugs Never bring it to my face and then you ain't gon' bust And meanwhile I'm looking at the game so done And everybody trying to get pay no love So I'm walking with my head down and stereo on up Hands down homeboy, sometimes I be feeling like [Hook] Pray for what? F-feeling like pray for what? Sometimes I be feeling like pray for what? F-feeling like pray for what? [Maybe sometimes they give it to me?] feeling like faith in up above where would I take this? x4 Sometimes I be feeling like [Verse 2] Running through the city puffin dro so sticky I could give a shit about the hoes so bitty Got the pocket monster but it don't hold fifty Hoping that the fucking po-po don't get me If I take another sip then I be oh so silly Every single movement moving slow-mo really Bad chick is like Medusa cause she's stone cold really And when you see me with her you're like, "Oh no, really?" Who am I kidding? I'm done fucking you slum buckets All I'm thinking about is putting food in my son's stomach And ever since I was young everyone plummets So every time I see lust coming I run from it Done dumbing myself down to get enough fuck it Or a nigga might get the gun tucking to cut something So I'ma continue bluff humping and fuck loving or explode like a spontaneous combustion Fuck hoes I got a mouth to feed That's right I did I have a mouth to feed I ain't never had a motherfucking house I leased I'm talking crazy to this bitch like I'm about to leave Homeless Never know when you're about to eat Niggas downtown, nigga vouch for me I'm puffin on a blunt, broke as fuck, if I get bumped up I'm cool I ain't got an ounce to chief I'm all that Anybody hate ya can fall back Cause I don't give a fuck if y'all mad Never said I'm all that But that's they way we treat what y'all rap And we don't pay attention y'all bad get to fuck the ballsack Cause I'ma fuck around and then I may go dumb But sitting in jail ain't no fun So just make mo funds Your shit is getting so played out homeboy, sometimes I be feeling like [Hook]