Pray
[Intro: PC Tweezie]
Whoa, Problem Child Tweezie
Baby Soulja, Cyko, what's happenin' nigga?
Mama pray for me, mama pray for me, yeah
Look, this from the heart, look, look, look

[Verse 1: PC Tweezie]
Man every night I hit my knees and start talkin' to God
He know if he take my mom then it's gon' tear me apart
Clutchin' my rod, my lil cousin just died, I'm takin' it hard
Free C-Bo, walkin' the yard, when he touch, I'ma be large
Dear Lord, how do I live in a city that's full of hate?
My auntie told me you just gotta have faith and see better days
That's why I pray, God watch over me and give me some vision
So I can really see who ain't with me, this shit get wicked
I got jammed up with a forty, my nigga couldn't take the charge
He was with me, need him to claim it but he ignored my call
On top of that, bunch of copycats imitating my life
The feds in the gang unit wanna see me back eatin' rice
These niggas actin' like killers but really them niggas mice
I mean rats, excuse my slang, if you call me I'm speakin' facts
Look where I'm at, can't leave the streets alone, too many strings attached
RIP to Quaylow, wish I could bring him back, Tweezie
[Chorus: Cyko]
Gangsters move in silence, we never loan much
The beat turnin' to violence, you know it's goin' dumb
We don't chit-chat, we defendin' our own
OG told me stay solid, you know the streets cold
Gotta hit my knees and pray, pray, pray, pray, pray
I could leave here any day, day, day, day, day
I been tryna find a way, way, way, way, way
They wanna see me die, headfirst, I can't drown, uh-uh, oh-na-na

[Verse 2: Baby Soulja]
I got a call, they robbed my brother two days ago with a chopper
Bitch I was mad, so I went the next day to buy a chopper
Shit be crazy, seem like every other day it's a new problem
Plus I'm beefin' with my brother for disrespectin' our mama
Tired of playing, missed my dog's funeral, they speakin' on my name
Must not know that I was broke and I ain't have money for a plane
It ain't a game, how you expect me to change how I'm livin'?
When my own blood cousin tryna kill me, you hear me?
I done been off in that field, some of my niggas killed
I done sold dope and pills, weed, vacuum sealed
Born and raised in Jacksonville, boy my face gator
Ask 'round 'bout lil dope, boy my face gator
So you sure you wanna be a gangster? answer that
The rent man ever kick you out? answer that
On Christmas I was lookin' 'round like where Santa at?
He was a killer, then why he let my dog handle that
[Chorus: Cyko]
Gangsters move in silence, we never loan much
The beat turnin' to violence, you know it's goin' dumb
We don't chit-chat, we defendin' our own
OG told me stay solid, you know the streets cold
Gotta hit my knees and pray, pray, pray, pray, pray
I could leave here any day, day, day, day, day
I been tryna find a way, way, way, way, way
They wanna see me die, headfirst, I can't drown, uh-uh, oh-na-na