G Herbo - Pray 4 My Enemies

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I'm willing to go up the furthest length under any extent
A nigga play so I pray for my enemies, can't let 'em get rid of me
It might be the day, any day you get blown away
I'ma shoot broad day if he temptin' me (play)
Been in the streets and I been through enough
Just to know not to ever show sympathy (never)
The Devil got into me (uh), but I'm blessed with a sense
So I know when you envy me, I play off energy (I know when you envy me)
So don't be an enemy, I pray for my enemies (I pray for my enemies)
So be safe to my enemies, I don't play with my enemies (I don't play with my enemies)
Ayy, we lost Kobe, we made the trenches bleed
Crushin' opps like centipedes
Now we back in the lead, now I'm rich
And they still gon' love when a nigga leave (they still gon' love me)
Heart cold like Christmas Eve
But I still show love to my hood like it's Christmas Eve
Been through shit, wasn't easy
I tell you some shit right now you wouldn't even believe it
How I make it out? I don't know either
Well I meant hard work, and not leavin' the house with no heater
Hollows hot like a fever, outside ridin' in the East
We got one-twenty shots in four seaters, and that's how we beat 'em
I had to go make a way for my niggas 'cause I was the leader
Glock .23 or the Nina?
Both of them bitches got work on 'em, I can't decide it either (I don't know)
Might as well ride with both of 'em, I was gon' ride with either
Fuck it, know the way we did niggas
They gotta retaliate, we wasn't hidin' either
Went way up on the score, did that shit with ease
And we still let niggas breath (still, no bap)
Clip in the AR, same size as a niggas sleeve (no bap, grrah)
Paranoid, come close, make a real scene, revenge on we I still grieve it
I don't fear no man, let a trigger squeeze
I don't gotta squeeze triggers, got a lil' cheese
Used to play in the grass 'fore I got in the streets
Then I turned fifteen, started sellin' trees
Used to pass to Roc how he pass the rock
Now I'm passin' Glocks like my boy Steve Nash (Nash)
Young niggas movin' a little too fast, play and we blast (blast)
Niggas wanted to drill, wasn't thinkin' 'bout cash
Got in my first high-speed, did the dash and crashed, damn (skrrt)
Snuck my pipe into school, I was totin' a MAG in class (no bap), damn (Damn)
We saw an opp and I bet when he looked in the mirror at home
He ain't know that today be his last
I know we gon' catch you, if you with your lady or baby you may get a pass (maybe)
Whenever we catch you, we hop out and stretch you (stretch you)
Lord bless you (bless you)
These niggas hoods be nothin' 'cause I come from Essex
And my block hectic, we hop out and X 'em
We hop out extra and makin' a mess of 'em
Turned up the pressure now we havin' less of it
Man, we did what we did how we did it, so ain't no worry 'bout the rest of 'em
Shorty and them itchin' to wet somethin' (itchin')
Yours versus mine, we gon' end up top, let's bet somethin'
Nothin' but killers and riders
Nothin' but dealers, I hung with gorillas
We stronger than niggas divided (yeah)
And we shootin' at whatever shit we decided
Chillin', we already tried it
They drillin' forever and ain't no denyin' it
They slidin' for nothin', ain't nobody even outside that need to be fired at
I'm facin' a blunt while I drive, plottin' on a homicide
I don't know where my mind at (yeah)
I'm up a new milli' and ain't even got on my grind yet, for real
Still tryna make new money, I got old money
Shit, like where you find that? (Where you find that?)
Boss shit, whatever number got digits and commas behind that (it's Swerve)
It don't even cost shit, cheatin' your wrist
Wonder why we can't see where your shine at (fuck nigga)
Say you gettin' money then chasin' after hoes
Where we find you at, nigga where your time at? (Where your time at?)

Written by:
Herbert Wright, Joshua Luellen

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Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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