Pray for me
My streets don't love
They shoot you down if you smell like success
I'm from Connecticut where they treat us like house niggas
But still, we know we blessed
We won't settle for less
Woke up for another chance
Stay bless
Pray for me
I am the last of the realist
I have a mental illness
I put thought into my lyrics
It's sicking
Somebody, pray for a healing
Plus I'm a bad bitch and butters bad for nutrition
I'm coming for these niggas like a women's intuition
You never seen it cumin cause emotions cloud ya vision
While my right foots in front
Ima swing with the left
Since you never seen it coming uppercut to ya neck
(K.o)
I'ma always bounce back
My flows elastic
Yall put all these chics before I still outlast them
Cause I,
Look good on paper
And, mean more when I speak
I could change the world and give strength to the weak
Make an unborn baby kick to my melody
Stop, I put mumble rappers in a box or urn
Yea, yea yeah yeah
Memorial service so you better pray to the son of a virgin
Pray for me
My streets don't love
They shoot you down if you smell like success
I'm from Connecticut where they treat us like house niggas
But still, we know we blessed
We won't settle for less
Woke up for another chance
Stay bless
I had a dream like King
I express with the pen
But niggas ou kill ya for ya dreams
When you start livin them
I prefer that I die knowing I attempted
I'm watching out for my neck
My own niggas lynching
Dam
Try to kill you when they see you at the top
Faster then a black man is killed by a cop
So everybody duck
Or thats how you'll end up
Belly downward beak filled with dust
I don't dust I bust these lyrics for cameras
Send a message to the black man like I'm speaking Arab
Speach slang but clearer than those who sip syrup
I' ma live on forever conscious rap don't perish
I'm from a murder capital
Where they murder for capitals
Small as Bahamas and
Wild as Honduras
They call it homicide Hartford
So would you pray for me next time ya knees hit the altar
Pray for me
My streets don't love
They shoot you down if you smell like success
I'm from Connecticut where they treat us like house niggas
But still, we know we blessed
We won't settle for less
Woke up for another chance
Stay bless