pray4dagang (feat. KayCyy)

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I'll be gone 'til November for over 300 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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Came back home, everybody gone
Ain't nothin' to say, gotta pray for the gang
Came back home, everything wrong
And everythin' changed, had to pray for the gang

Pray like grace, say my grace, every day, I pray (pray, pray)
I pray my son pick up my traits and not my ways (that's my baby)
Pray for myself, hope I don't get in my own way, yeah
Pray for these niggas and these hos, 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
Uh, I remember like Harlem, from the plaza, valet private
Don't know where my guys went when, when they shot my partner
Uh, 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' 'em comments, yeah
Gotta blame my climate, yeah, tryna breathe in toxins, yeah
Why these hos 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
Pray for the world, pray for the world