pray4dagang

[Intro: KayCyy & A$AP Rocky] Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I'll be gone 'til November, for over three hundred days If I write you a letter, better read every page My baby leavin' for war, got a kid on the way I know I left you alone, was my biggest mistake If I'm leavin' on tour, nobody else can replace Pinky swear on your shades that I'll see you again But for now, just pray [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & KayCyy] Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Rrah, rrah) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray, gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang) Pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the gang (Gang), pray for— Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Came back home, everybody gone Ain't nothin to say, gotta pray for the gang Came back home, everything wrong And everything changed, had to pray for the gang Pray like grace, say my grace, every day, I pray (Pray, pray) I pray my son pick up my traits and not my ways (That's my baby) Pray for myself, hope I don't get in my own way, yeah Pray for these niggas and these hoes, in Jesus name, yeah [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & KayCyy] I pray for the gang Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Pray for the gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, rrah, rrah, rrah) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang, gang, gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang), pray for the— (Gang, gang) Gang, pray for the gang, pray for the gang, pray for the— (Pray for the gang) Pray for the gang, pray for the gang (Gang) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Sometimes I ask myself, like ridin' with them niggas How you mobbin' with them niggas? How you strivin' with them niggas? You ain't got no common interest When the slaughter continue like soccers I remember like Harlem, from the plaza, valet private Don't know where my guys went when, when they shot my partner Then I prayed to God, uh, but God ain't make no promise, uh-uh Weighin' on my heart, uh, yeah, heavy on my conscience, yeah Lotta bling and diamonds, yeah Got' expect that nonsense, yeah Gotta pray in silence, uh, got a thing for violence, uh Got a thing for drama, uh, got a thing for— (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah—) Money and power, yeah Tired of readin' them comments, yeah Gotta blame my climate, yeah Tryna breathe in toxins, yeah Why these hoes so toxic? Yeah Why I'm trendin' topic? Uh I'ma be a prophet, but I'ma need the profit [Outro: KayCyy] Survivor's remorse, I'm guilty by choice, yeah I felt like this before Felt like I've been here before, yeah I got lifted from the curse, gift from the Lord Wrist slit by sword (Wrist slit by sword) Still healin' my scars, pray for the— Pray for the world, pray for the world