Pray 2 The Dope

作曲：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah,David L. Doman,Aeb Byrne

作词：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah,David L. Doman,Aeb Byrne

D.A got that **

My choppa got the scope (Hey), I'm working, mixing ** (Hey)

I put my faith in God, but now I'm losing hope

So I'ma pray to that **, put my faith in my work

I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse

I got some ** in the pen, I got some ** on the shirt

Lord knows I been stressin', I'm just tryna make it work

Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I'm just workin' with my work

Father God, I been losing faith, every day it hurts

Before I pray at the church, I put my faith in my work

I hit my plug for the work, he said he dry, it really hurt

Ain't got no **, got no Perc, ain't got no lean, got no syrup

I'm like damn, golly, I can't even serve a quarter

Told my patients keep their patience, right now my trap outta order

All my smokers need they **, all my snorters need they yola

All the crackheads gettin' grouchy, all the shermheads want they water

I had a job at Panera Bread, I took that work to work

I was sellin' ** bagels, I was sellin' ** Percs

I quit my job, had to juug and rob, pray to God, but it ain't work

I tried to work, but it ain't work, so I'm workin' with that work

Sleepin' on the floor and started kicking doors

I ain't had nowhere to go, no food or clothes

Pray to God, but nobody knows

Hey, get the plug on the phone

He got the **

D.A got the ** (Hey)

My choppa got the scope (Hey), I'm working, mixing ** (Hey)

I put my faith in God, but now I'm losing hope

So I'ma pray to that **, put my faith in my work

I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse

I got some ** in the pen, I got some ** on the shirt

Lord knows I been stressin', I'm just tryna make it work

Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I'm just workin' with my work

D.A think they got a case, but I'ma make 'em work

** the D.A, ** the state, ** the judge and county clerk

Had to get it out the mud, mix the water with the dirt

I'm not a middleman or plug, I got water, I got Percs

I got molly, I got syrup, I got rounds, I got pounds

From the ghetto to the bird, ship them pounds to your town

I can send 'em on a plane, I can send 'em on the 'Hound

Before I ship 'em off, I pray, I got faith they touchin' down

It's a struggle to survive, we out here dodging them peoples

Pops locked back up in county, he was swipin' them Visas

Southwest Alief, grew up, struggled with my sister, three brothers

We shared our shoes and shared the

Room, we slept on floors and shared covers

I used to dream I made the league and called plays in the huddle

But reality for me was heinous things, servin' cluckers

Mama told me keep my faith, but now I'm losin' hope

So I'ma pray to the **, put my faith in the work

D.A got the ** (Hey)

My choppa got the scope (Hey), I'm working, mixing ** (Hey)

I put my faith in God, but now I'm losing hope

So I'ma pray to that **, put my faith in my work

I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse

I got some ** in the pen, I got some ** on the shirt

Lord knows I been stressin', I'm just tryna make it work

Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I'm just workin' with my work