เนื้อเพลง Pray for Me - T.I.

[YFN Lucci:]
Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you Pray for Me

You know we always payin' attention
Always out handlin' business
N*ggas in they feelins
Certain sh*t can't be given
I'ma go and get it, yeah
N*ggas got they hand out, sh*t, that ain't the way we livin', yeah
That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us n*ggas
See, that's the way we kick it
Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension
Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it
Everything that you got, that sh*t probably rented
I know my partners with' me
Ain't no stoppin' this sh*t, the sky is the limit, yeahh

Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang

[T.I.:]
Made it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah
Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover
Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother
Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah
I'm with' the sh*t you know that you are not 'bout
Old n*gga with' some long money
N*gga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it
Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em
Plans too large, huh, n*gga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em
F*ck that sh*t, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' with' my n*ggas 'til the wheel fall
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest n*ggas know it all, don't it?
N*gga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah
Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war
I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear
Look at God, won't he do it
Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullsh*t I did null and void
Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it
One thing about a s*cka n*gga, he gon' talk cash sh*t 'til he run into me
Drop a bankroll on his main b*tch, make her go and do it for me
No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life
Quarter million cash on a brand new jet
Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that
Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that
Trap n*gga whippin' work in a Bando
You violate, retaliation got me mando
I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em
Numbers scratched out, paper runner
Strategy used to be take Atlanta
Spread it then makin' it in Savannah
Runnin' my play up the East Coast
I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci
Kickin' sh*t in the Caribbean
Know you p*ssy, can't even open eye when you shoot
When you live with' that bullsh*t, you die with' it too
I would talk but could not be alive with' the truth
When you owe me and then gettin' fly with' it too
Bringin' some action, survive with' it too
Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power
I get money and dodgin' them cowards

[YFN Lucci:]
Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you pray for me

Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Who gon' ride with' me?
Aye, who gon' ride with' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang

[Dave Chappelle:]
This next beat is so God damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm
It makes me feel like everything
It's just that nitty, gritty, f*ckin' dirty South sh*t
It makes me feel good
This right here, this ones for the pull-up