Praying - Bodega Bamz

You see, sometimes you can’t guide certain people

Sometimes people ain’t really tryna hear what you saying out your gibs, you dig?

And you can’t take that personal

But shit, I’m from the soil

You know, I’m from where it’s hard, but we play harder

So I had to be tough, you dig?

And I couldn’t let nobody roll on me, I was taught to eliminate

You see, I ain’t have a big homie 'cause I wasn’t tryna listen to them old

niggas anyway

I wanted to do shit my own way and make my own path

And school wasn’t what I wanted

I ain’t see myself as a doctor or a lawyer, I’m a gangsta

I traded in books for bars and hooks

Ayo, my stomach rumblin', I’m hungry but they hid my plate

You know it’s murder when they coming but they hide they face

They tell me sign, I’m like, «but I ain’t tryna seal my fate»

They say «I love you» but I know they only hiding hate

I need my freedom 'cause it’s priceless, man, make no mistakes

I wear my heart on my sleeve, if you real, you must relate

I’m tryna buy a corvette just to race, uh

Crash it up and return it the very next day

I keep my foot on the pedal, my sneaker size nine

One hunnid dollars for the cut, I’m talking high stakes

Salt and pepper when you season, keep it real simple

I wasn’t kidding, been a man since my first pimple

First they hate, then they—you know how it goes

I plant a seed, they got the water just to see it grow

I needed patience 'cause for me, I felt it moving slow

That stupid question, like, «Bodega, why you still ain’t blow?»

Well, sit back and watch the story unfold

Well, what you sell cannot be unsold

I swear, I tried to quit, but music really got control

Of my brain, my heart, my body, even all my bones

My car was full when I started on this bumpy road

I kept on driving, only one left was my brother, O

With no mechanic, when the car broke down, we left alone

We had to fix it on our own, but that’s the price of goals

Just to get the goal, we had to keep our faith secured

So many horses in the engine, you can smell manure

So when it rains, let it rain, let it really pour

'cause when I’m rich, I won’t forget that I was really poor

'cause when I’m up, I won’t forget that I was really down

A rare find, I was lost, but I really found

Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me

You know I really need it, Lord Jesus

Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me

You know I really mean it, yo

I know people who got murdered over dice games

Mother’s shooting dope, son watching Ice Age

This is all I know, this is all I know

This is all I heard, this is all I see

This is all I show

Say a prayer for your boy, what

Say a prayer for your boy, what

I don’t, I don’t need extra bread

I don’t need nobody putting me on or anything

'cause at the end of the day, my nigga, I’m self-made, bro

And I rep this, my nigga, this Tanboys thing right here, because of y’all, bro

Because of you, my nigga

And I love y’all niggas, bro

And I love y’all niggas and I’m loving what y’all represent

This right here, this right here, I do this for my regular niggas, my nigga

And that goes to show you, my nigga, if I dealing with you, I do it because I

love y’all niggas, bro

I don’t do it for nobody else, my nigga

My nigga, Rome Capone, here

'bout to pop that bubbly, huh?

Oh shit, it’s all good

For the homies, man

Chasing it with the Henny, man