I'm blem for real, I might just say how I feel We need to forward to the islands and get you gold, no spray tans I need you to stop running back to your ex he's a wasteman Don't switch on me, I got big plans Move from me when you're extra Move from me

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

I've become Sick of everyone now And I don't feel remorse for all forgotten And I don't care at all And I don't pray to voice of all the problems While looking for the answers Only questions come to mind 'Cause I have been lost in circles Wish seems now

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Keep me satisfied Good enough for me Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way

Hard luck story It's a hard luck Don't ask me to love my neighbor Don't ask me to tip the waiter Don't ask me to pray to Jesus Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favors I won't lend a hand And if I had real power

If I'm not all you need Then just set me free I'm down on my knees If you're not the one for me Then just let me be I'm begging you please I'm praying for closed doors and open windows I'll follow where the wind blows Don't be scared to leave

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 game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's

Just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody Mama ain't raise no fool Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool Papa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me But I just wanna

Fall down on your knees and pray People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on the judgment day That their gold and silver will melt away I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than

Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead 'Cause all of 'em