Prayed For Songtext

Too many bands in my right hand
Iceberg in my left hand (Real icy)
Pull up, back-to-back-to-back-to-back Double Rs (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pushin' the Cullinan (Uh)
I can speak in first and third, K real good with the words (Yeah)
I perform the magic like a wizard (Voilà)
We gon' catch him slippin' off that sizzurp (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Man down, spin this addy, he a real big risker
We leave his brains on the cizzurb (Uh huh)
I startin' spittin', I got me some chicken
I eat up the beat like a gizzard (Eat up)
No, you don't wanna see me get bigger (Why?)
Might as well hand me the scissors (Cut 'em off)
I know you ain't really my bro, gotta cut you outta the picture (Ooh, ooh)
Kiss that bye, goodbye, nigga, ain't no "See you laters"
Gotta be the hood hero 'cause ain't nobody save us (Hood hero)
Even though I call them my bros
Real close, I gotta play 'em (My bro)
You gon' die 'bout my brother before I let you lay him (Oh, yeah)
Six feet deep in the dizirt (Dirt) Booted up, I can go bizerk (Ooh), I'm a real lane switcher (Yeah)
You act like a bitch, somebody come get her (Act a bitch)
Dissin' on me, say it with you chest nigga not a whisper (Yeah)
Glizzy on me, knock a pussy nigga right out of his whiskers

Never thought that this would be the life I was made for (Yeah)
I just wanna live the life I always prayed for (Prayed for)
I'ma keep gettin' this money
Motivated by the ones who make more (Made more)
You so sweet if, I go broke, I'ma take yours (Ooh, ooh)

I been coming off the sleeve, no pen, no pad, no pencil
Talks with the ghetto angels on my sleeve, that's who I vent to
These bad habits, seem like the only way to clear my mental
The ones above, and the ones I love
The only ones I can repent to
I treat my brother's mom like she was my other mom (Uh-uh)
Had to remind them, I'm one of a kind
Damn near a hundred times (Yeah, yeah)
Give these people my trust, Lord knows I tried more than a hundred times
I'm so one hundred, out of love, I let you cross a hundred lines
Waitin' for a nigga to try me, uh, next nigga play get bodied
Them killers front line about me
Hope you niggas heard about me
My homies shoot first about me
I can still put in that work, don't doubt me
That killer creepin' out of me (Baby Reaper)
I'ma still go hard for the ones who ain't really proud of me (Ooh)
I'ma put on for the slums, that's where I'm from
Yeah, I'm proud to be (Be), I keep taking these drugs
That make me numb but the pain still bother me (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Lord knows I need it out of me, no, I ain’t one to dance
But I do the runnin' man through a couple grand (Runnin' man)
You bound to lose a hundred friends
Before you touch a hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Sometimes that water more loyal than blood
Me and my right hand, ain't from the same sandbox (Box)
I secure the bag with a deadlock (Lock)
I'm gon' kick that shit that make your head bop (Head bop)
Real Rasta, I don't need no dreadlocks
Whole lot of runts, whole lot of, whole lot of blunts (Whole lot of)
'Til my eyes bloodshot
How much weight can he hold? A lot (A lot)
Gotta stay hungry and hold my spot (My spot)
Not enough pockets to hold these knots (No)
Some shit just gon' remain impossible
I cannot fold this guap (Fold this guap)
They got all eyes on me, I got the juice like Pac

This must be the life that I was made for
I'm just tryna live the life that I prayed for (Prayed for)
Oh, oh