Pray For the Weak

[Intro: DJ Lord Sear] DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos Harlem World, stand up! [Verse 1: Ransom] Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins In this world that'll celebrate when the haters win When on the cusp of greatness, don't get accustomed to making friends Momma told me the shit that makes a man is to make amends Was never into all the latest trends, now my weight is thin But shit, you can't judge a picture if you gon' break the lens Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates on the crowded street Thе Gil Scott-Heron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence Everything that I write is fire and eloquent You niggas gon' notice when you inspired for relevance A different man but still'll send killers inside your residence (Blatt) Just tap my shoulder when it's getting realer, give ten to Sheila 'Cause she come from a place the fiends can outlive the dealers You don't know the half of it, waving sticks like a magic trick Get half the clip, I ain't never been on no rapper shit [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you) Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go) Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat I said these ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you) Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go) Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat [Verse 2: The Game] Lounging in this Maybach, twisting a 'Wood I'm good, I wish you well same time as I wish you would Just got off the phone with Suge, reflecting 'bout some past shit Death Row, Aftermath shit, conversations be classic Keep the .22 on plastic 'cause drama be everlasting Money sewed up and plastered in the walls, in the mattress If I ever gotta cut it open, that mean I walked in the crib Holdin' my arm, limpin' with my gun smokin' Revelations of the last days, vibing to the Fugees Rubbing on this chick booty while dumping shit in this ashtray It feels good just to be living your wildest dreams, nigga Walking 'round the Hamptons in Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers I did my dirt, got out the mud, my triple beam tippin' Niggas sleep in the trap like they brought a pint of lean with 'em From that to this, washing my own Maybach and shit Reminiscing back when I ain't even had a pack to flip [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you) Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go) Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat I said these ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you) Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go) Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat [Verse 3: Rome Streetz] Ayo, they say the truth is hard to swallow like a large pill To get a man hit, use a bitch, look how they charged Bill Smack the shit out of Satan with a hand full of God's will I'm on point when yo' handshake come with a odd feel They love that we off the chart, they disregard skill Before I had a A&R, I had a razor to carve krills And vision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal Thinking ghetto divas, now my broad wear Dior heels Play grimy blocks with Glocks stashed by the car wheel Curb served in the suburbs, my pockets all filled If you ain't fit for the fire, don't let the Devil in Keep him in the hole, he pop up then hit his head with 10 No friend, I was doley when it was dark and cold Weak niggas thirsty for a deal but it'll cost yo' soul Mommy told me, "Shine, your melanin is worth more than gold" The game sick, this is medicine in the form of flows No chips for the timid, the fortune's only for the bold Knew I'll be that nigga way before I had my fortune told [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul Turn street niggas to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you) Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go) Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat