Gangsta Prayer

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] Everyday I pray God keep me safe We'll see better days Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job" Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fuckin' Don I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up [Verse 1: Stalley] Ain't no killer but keep killers around me The big fish got sharks swimin' around me The [?] my life jacket, can't let 'em drown me Don't forget that them projects is where they found me I speak enlightened, but spent my life fightin' More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring Can't be no victim of the venomous sting From murder hornets in the human form It's bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform When did self-hatred become the norm'? While I'm duckin', hidin', I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm When the sun dries the rain, that's when a star is born And we shine the bightest When we left each other up, that's when we reach our highest Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas Royalty at it's finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us Until then, it's peace if peace never finds it [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Everyday I pray God keep me safe We'll see better days Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job" Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fuckin' Don I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up [Verse 2: Stalley] Uh, yeah Pray, I'm not praying, pray a nigga don't try me These youngin's around me play with triggers for hobby, uh And they itchin' to get active Sittin' on the corner all day twistin' up Backwoods I tried to tell 'em, they thinkin' it's backwards That kind of thinkin' is really pushin' us backwards But I'm preachin' the murderers, dope dealers You know, the extra [?] types with no feelings That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumpin' no [?] Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drillin' Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30's for breakfast It's crazy how they life parallel to my reflection Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Everyday I pray God keep me safe We'll see better days Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah I told them people, "Nigga, fuck a job" Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops I'm the king of the jungle, I'm a fuckin' Don I'ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb Your bitch be in-pocket, I don't be in love I'ma hit him up, I'ma flick 'em up Just like God up in heaven, I'ma lift 'em up