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Pray 2 The Dope (Explicit) - Maxo Kream
Lyrics by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/David L. Doman/Aeb Byrne
Composed by：Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah/David L. Doman/Aeb Byrne
DA got that d**e
Got that d**e
Got that d**e
DA got that d**e
My choppa got the scope hey
I'm working mixing coke hey
I put my faith in God
But now I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that d**e
Put my faith in my work
I thank the Lord for my blessin'
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some n***as in the pen
I got some n***as on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work
Father God I been losing faith
Every day it hurts
Before I pray at the church
I put my faith in my work
I hit my plug for the work
He said he dry it really hurt
Ain't got no w**d got no perc
Ain't got no lean got no syrup
I'm like d**n golly
I can't even serve a quarter
Told my patients keep their patience
Right now my trap outta order
All my smokers need they w**d
All my snorters need they yola
All the crackheads gettin' grouchy
All the shermheads want they water
I had a job at Panera Bread
I took that work to work
I was sellin' n***as bagels
I was sellin' n***as percs
I quit my job had to juug and rob
Pray to God but it ain't work
I tried to work but it ain't work
So I'm workin' with that work
Sleepin' on the floor
And started kicking doors
I ain't had nowhere to go
No food or clothes
Pray to God but nobody knows
Hey get the plug on the phone
He got the d**e
DA got the d**e hey
My choppa got the scope hey
I'm working mixing coke hey
I put my faith in God but now
I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that d**e
Put my faith in my work
I thank the lord for my blessin'
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some n***as in the pen
I got some n***as on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work
DA think they got a case
But I'ma make 'em work
F**k the DA f**k the state
F**k the judge and County clerk
Had to get it out the mud
Mix the water with the dirt
I'm not a middleman or plug
I got water I got percs
I got molly I got syrup
I got rounds I got pounds
From the ghetto to the bird
Ship them pounds to your town
I can send 'em on a plane
I can send 'em on the 'hound
Before I ship 'em off I pray
I got faith they touchin' down
It's a struggle to survive
We out here dodging them peoples
Pops locked back up in County
He was swipin' them visas
Southwest Alief grew up
Struggled with my sister three brothers
We shared our shoes and shared the room
We slept on floors and shared covers
I used to dream I made the league
And called plays in the huddle
But reality for me was heinous things
Servin' cluckers
Mama told me keep my faith
But now I'm losin' hope
So I'ma pray to the d**e
Put my faith in the work
DA got the d**e hey
My choppa got the scope hey
I'm working mixing coke hey
I put my faith in God but now
I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that d**e
Put my faith in my work
I thank the Lord for my blessin'
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some n***as in the pen
I got some n***as on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work
