"Pray For Me" lyrics

Trae Tha Truth & Mozzy Lyrics

"Pray For Me"

Pray for me
Ah-ah, just send a prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me
A prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me
Ah-ah, just send a prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me (Yung Bala on the beat)
A prayer to the sky for me

[Mozzy:]
Yeah, I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for
I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for

Yeah, elaborate on what you mean, how we ain't win the war
We'll still be up a couple points if niggas tweak the score
Granny needed me while she was dyin', now I need her more
Caught a sucker loafin', mad at bro like, "Why you ain't squeezin' for?"
Time and time, I ask myself, "What's Oak Park without you?"
Fourth [?] had to starve without you
Suited up in stolen Vs and threw a party 'bout you
This measly 10K'll get you sleazed, that's the market value
They don't bring up Ja enough, you ain't forgotten, thug
Seen he catched the body that he caught before I got me one
Styrofoam lookin' scrumptions off a lot of mud
Fuck you niggas puttin' it on the B for if you not a Blood?
It's not a dud inside this circle, keep it close knit
Smaller than a dot, that's on the block, I don't know shit
Interviewers ask who we don't get along with
They no longer here, next question, gotta soul clear

Yeah, I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for
I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for

[Trae tha Truth:]
I been in my feelings tryna deal with untreated trauma
Hit up with this drummer, black truckin' like the hood, Obama
I guess I'm endangered, I'm a species they don't understand
How these niggas speaking for the solid if they wasn't a man?
Why they dedicated to my business if they wasn't a fan?
Lord knows I can get these niggas drummin' that shit like a band
The hate I get be stronger than a power lifer
Rise with no distillation, I'm a drifter
Feel like mama stressin', know I gotta lift her
Good been dyin' fast, but I be livin' swifter
Thinkin' 'bout my brother sleepin' in the grave
Or the ones in shackles, somewhere stranded, walkin' like a slave
Crazy how they left me dyin', look at what they made
Everything around here dark, feel like I've been in a cave
Feel like what they left me, I'm too late to save
Run up, I'ma fade it, I'ma get to shavin'

[Mozzy:]
Yeah, I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for
I knew Rob alone, he had to find a home
Rest assured that we gon' score when it be time to score
My wrist scarred from gettin' cuffed, that's what these diamonds for
Anything for Gurly Face Gang, that's who I'm grindin' for

Pray for me
Ah-ah, just send a prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me
A prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me
Ah-ah, just send a prayer to the sky for me
Pray for me
A prayer to the sky for me


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