Lyrics

Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out Pray to your God, that there's no More doubt, no more doubt Pray to your God, that you know what you're Talking about, talking about Pray to your God, that you're not in it For the clout Bitch, you better pray to your God, if you Think you can rap like this, rap like this Pray to your God, if you think you can talk Like this, talk like this Pray to your God, if I have to handle this Have to handle this Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to Your God, Bitch you better pray, y'all can't fuck with me I do this shit every day, Wake up in the morning, gotta move andele Writing down my thoughts, things that I must convey I could write for hours, but won't talk for a day No, I do not medicate, heart pumping steady rate Watch me levitate, I can touch the ceiling, Hold a steady gate, when I meditate Close your eyes, let me educate the type of feeling that you get When there is no regret, when you reach the final door And you must reflect, got you guessing what is next Destroy all parts of your complex, it's complex for me to explain Your brain needs more context, so I'll move on to the next thing I feel so elevated, Nothing can hold me down, your girl looks Hella faded, Ain't gon' stop till I wear that crown Keanu in the matrix, she play piano in some latex Got some ammo in her basics, I can get behind it Get behind it Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt Pray to your God, that you know what you're talking about, talking about Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout Bitch you better pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this, rap like this Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this, talk like this Pray to your God, if I have to handle this, have to handle this Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to your God Hard to think when everything is so convoluted I concluded your mind has been intruded by the stupid and wounded I can see the gap, you focused on a screen, now I'm focused on rap I'm focused on a dream while you focus on some ass Quit it with the talk boy, you doing too much Always been a stock boy, you begging for lunch Girls don't like a small toy, she calling you munch I can see you scared, that's why you labeled as such Pray to your God, if you feeling lucky, pray to your God, if you feel alone Pray to your God, if you try to jump me, pray to your God, I don't break your bones With sticks and stones, no X or O's, no exit road Time has slowed down, if you owe me guap, I need the full amount What is God, what's your life, I feel odd that I might Just believe, I am light, no longer will I fight The moments that are coming, and coming, and coming If I were you, I'd be running, and running, and running Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt Pray to your God, that you know what you talking 'bout Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout, Bitch you better Pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this Pray to your God, if I have to handle this Pray to your God Pray to your God
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