Composer : Jordan Brooks/Rex Kudo/Carlton McDowell/Rakim Mayers/James Blake/Dacoury Natche
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, gang)
Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang)
Pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the gang (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 to myself, picked up my traits and not my ways (That's my ways)
Pray for myself, hope I don't get in my 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 gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang)
Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the— (Gang, gang)
Gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang)
Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang)
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, uh, but God ain't make no promise, uh-uh
Weighin' on my heart, uh, yeah, heavy on my conscience, yeah
Lotta bling and diamonds, yeah
Got' 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'ma be a prophet, but I'ma need the profit
Survivor's remorse, I'm guilty by choice, yeah
I felt like this before
Felt 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—
Pay for the world, pray for the world
