My projects I'm a rep to the fullness When I'm in this world Just pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me, just pray for me (It's It's over nigga nigga) Living life with all this thugness, destruction this violence You know

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over over and over over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's it's killin' me Not to spray this

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Yeah.. uh-huh Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

Play with me, you gon' get chastised Free the bros down the road doin' real time All the homies, they call it the red line He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's it's time" Al Geno on the track Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches Let a nigga nigga know

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that It's It's not sold separately, they know I come with that Hey, what you got? I'm on my level nigga nigga, you better come correct That slap, they say they want that slap Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap EarDrummers

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga nigga Shit feels much better It's It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over over the place I don't

Fuckin' lawsuits nigga nigga We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga nigga

I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga nigga's