Lord I know I don't pray this often
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
I need all the keys to life to help my dreams unlock
You better fight for what you want cuz all these demons can box
I got so many thoughts running through my mind leave me so conflicted
But whats faith if there ain't no committed?
Admit it
We want the medals like I win Olympics, Chad Hendrick
I'm on a wave I got these niggas drifting
I stay consistent
Life is like a war, we often grow vindictive
And draw the gun like it's artistic, yea
The winning ticket brought the fame here, I can't fear
My niggas chosen, the Jane potent
It's like I want so many things in life but can't afford it, ay
This ain't the middle man
Clean like a dental plan
Give me the dough to rap
I'm sick of the hoes in fact
Niggas ain't holding back
These niggas be acting like hoes, I really don't f*ck wit that
Got my hands on the map, I'm taking her shopping "I'll hold your bag"
This is before the plaques
Got top in the Rov' and crashed
I'm digging yo hoe in the back
I hit her no shoulder pads, this is "return of mac" you heard of that, ay
Lord I know I don't pray this often
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
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Lord I know I don't pray this often
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
I need all the keys to life to help my dreams unlock
You better fight for what you want cuz all these demons can box
I got so many thoughts running through my mind leave me so conflicted
But whats faith if there ain't no committed?
Admit it
We want the medals like I win Olympics, Chad Hendrick
I'm on a wave I got these niggas drifting
I stay consistent
Life is like a war, we often grow vindictive
And draw the gun like it's artistic, yea
The winning ticket brought the fame here, I can't fear
My niggas chosen, the Jane potent
It's like I want so many things in life but can't afford it, ay
This ain't the middle man
Clean like a dental plan
Give me the dough to rap
I'm sick of the hoes in fact
Niggas ain't holding back
These niggas be acting like hoes, I really don't f*ck wit that
Got my hands on the map, I'm taking her shopping "I'll hold your bag"
This is before the plaques
Got top in the Rov' and crashed
I'm digging yo hoe in the back
I hit her no shoulder pads, this is "return of mac" you heard of that, ay
Lord I know I don't pray this often
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
I need all the keys to life to help my dreams unlock
You better fight for what you want cuz all these demons can box
I got so many thoughts running through my mind leave me so conflicted
But whats faith if there ain't no committed?
Admit it
We want the medals like I win Olympics, Chad Hendrick
I'm on a wave I got these niggas drifting
I stay consistent
Life is like a war, we often grow vindictive
And draw the gun like it's artistic, yea
The winning ticket brought the fame here, I can't fear
My niggas chosen, the Jane potent
It's like I want so many things in life but can't afford it, ay
This ain't the middle man
Clean like a dental plan
Give me the dough to rap
I'm sick of the hoes in fact
Niggas ain't holding back
These niggas be acting like hoes, I really don't f*ck wit that
Got my hands on the map, I'm taking her shopping "I'll hold your bag"
This is before the plaques
Got top in the Rov' and crashed
I'm digging yo hoe in the back
I hit her no shoulder pads, this is "return of mac" you heard of that, ay
Lord I know I don't pray this often
I know I don't pray often
And when it rains it pours is the weather bad this often?
I just can't hear you God, I really just can't hear you
Ain't really trying to fear, I'm just really tryna feel you
Writer: Tyler Mason
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