pray4dagang (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Jordan Brooks/Rex Kudo/Carlton Mcdowell/Rakim Mayers/James Blake/Dacoury Natche

Composed by：Jordan Brooks/Rex Kudo/Carlton Mcdowell/Rakim Mayers/James Blake/Dacoury Natche

Produced by：James Blake/Dominic Maker

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

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang

Rrah rrah

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang

Pray

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the gang

Gang gang

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for

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 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 hoes in Jesus name yeah

I pray for the gang

Pray for the gang pray for the gang

Gang gang

Pray for the gang pray for the gang

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Gang pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

Pray for the gang pray for the gang pray for the

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 but uh God ain't make no promise uh-uh

Weighin' on my heart uh yeah heavy on my conscience yeah

Lotta bling and diamonds yeah

Gotta 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'mma be a prophet but I'mma need the profit

Survivor's remorse I'm guilty by choice yeah

I felt like this before

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