(lyrics) stay out my business ima have yo bitch for lunch my nigga pray to god that i spare yo life my nigga you need to church you aint bout that life my nigga   myyyyyyy nigga my nigga my nigga my nigga shoot one you actin like you wanna kill a family in reality you not that happy in reality you really scary dnt wanna go to war cause you scary get the gun ready get the gun ready put a bullet through yo heady really be thinkin yall niggaz aint ready chop yo body parts up with a machete iiiits been a minute call me nemesis say what you want im not even listenin once yall gone ima be smirkin while my teeth are glistinin once you get cut up in pieces gonna missin bitch once somebody kill yo family gonna be missin bitch once yall gone yall go be all up on the fuckin missin list bitches be gettin abused by niggas niggas be gettin abused by pistols momma gotta pray for uuuuuuuuuu momma got some love for you  stay out my business ima have yo bitch for lunch my nigga pray to god that i spare yo life my nigga you need to go to church you aint bout that life myyyyy nigga my nigga my nigga my nigga i know you really feelin constipated i know you really feel somebody is comin after you you walkin up and down the street like hello neighbor see yo body parts are pilin up up on the refrigerator get on yo knees and pray for yo lord and savior yo body might even burn up like a crater you wanna take somebody life away then kill em later you shouldve neva eva been born na you squirmin and runnin killaz are fast and furious put em all up in a coffin watch em hang from a chain let em suffer up in pain

Pray

i wish some things had just change
looking around whats the same
speakin of me you must know of my name
claimin my story but bitch u aint me
speak for myself, i got me my own voice
i dont got friends, some niggas are fake
i got some percs, only couple are fake
fuck what u say, imma do what i like
in the whole end, its just me and myself
claim to be loyal, then why are u switchin
claim to be selfless, then why are u hiding

breaking these promises, not makin dollar signs
thats ur ego, he knockin the door, you keep an glock
but u never had shot, u say ur real, but put on an mask
act like a victim, but u caused some tramua
leaving an path fill with drama, swimmin with sharks
but u is the bait, eating my plate, let me guess u want cake
get on ur grind, why u crying about it
work for yourself, its just u in the end
play by my lonely, cause some niggas phony
u act like a homie, but treat me like scar
thats why i keep me my ruger, getting too close bitch this is a ruler

i keep it counting, my money extended
just like my whole mag
dont try and push me, or boy u will see
another damn funeral, replay ur memories
cry to ur family, this is a tragedy
u shouldnt try me, i play with my own

i get me my money, no i dont borrow
i suffer in sorrows, but turn it melodies
switch to a remedy, whats in my cup, only liquoir
thats darker then night, ik that its bad trynna pour up some act
then we mix it with sprite, that strawberry jolly got me feeling cozy
my head is so hazy, but yet we get crazy, i like all the feeling
it got me through times, that i cant mention

whats in my messages, niggas thats feining
and bitches who fuckin, u prolly saw ur whole girl
i told u ill fuck up ur world, dont come at me
unless u stay on bidness, my hands like these bullets
they ready to spray, u caught a stray, from just looking at me
back it right up, i got this henny, im feelin like kanye
throw me a party, got bitches who naughty
iam not santa, im still fillin stockings
my diamonds they glistening, ur bitches be looking
im fuckin and swerving, dont like me no crusty
these bitches get easy, no wonder they loosy like goosy
my piece always on me, can never get trusty
too many pop out, and i might just get spraying
like windex on windows, my tints always dark
like these tits at the club,

Gram 3 (Intro) Prod. By LuciferHookz

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