Ard Adz - Pray For Me lyrics
Ard Adz
[Ard Adz - Pray For Me lyrics]
I'm the realest, always have been
Me and mama struggling
We're thinking where has dad been?
Look but hide back mama
Like a high MAC mama
We gon' throw him in the trash bin
That brudda ain't a man
He's like half a yute
Feds at the show
They tried to nick me for half a zoot
Bruddas know Bricky be the grittiest
And where I'm from the realest
Bruddas are the skinniest
If you've got love, just pray for me
You ain't gotta speak cah there's nothing
You can say to me
I nearly died
That's just a normal day to me
When I got poked I didn't wanna go to A&E
Then I got bumped for that ten bags
For the Range Rov
In ten days I got my ten back
Blud I couldn't sleep at night
I was up and down doing shows for a bag five
You think I'm not but I'm still here
You think I don't but I still care
I love Millz, he got a heart of gold
The devil's looking for my heart
To Allah it's sold
I used to sleep in the rusty dinger
Mum knows when I'm stressed out
I don't touch my dinner
They hate the sin but they love the sinner
Bruddas tryna bun me so I hug the spinner
So please pray for the kid
The flow's cold cah it spent a
Couple days in the fridge
I've got the feds taking the piss
I've got the rally at my door
While I'm taking a shit
I'm praying to Allah to protect me
I hope when I die none
Of them don't forget me
In your top ten, blud I best be
I've been going hard for ten
Years on the best beats
And if not, it ain't nothing imma go harder
Hella feds want my head like I'm Osama
I told my son "Don't worry
About your grown father"
This little spinner's got power like Obama
Coming from the show, I've gotta drink drive
Bruddas wanna run up in my
Spot then they think twice
They're like "Fuck
Adz I've got a next spot
I don't wanna run up in this
Trap and then get shot"
This life that I live, blud you can't adore
I was in the jailhouse studying
The art of war
I love my brudda Bello cah his heart is pure
I've seen some shit on the
Strip that you can't ignore
Look, this my top shotter flow
I've never met him but I
Hope they free Potter though
Cah that real rap's dying
My likkle brudda's selling weed
He made a lot of dough
Grew up on PDC and O Trey
OC, GG, Piff Piff and MZ
I'll put it to your chest like a bench press
Hella man dead
I haven't got many friends left
You can lose your life in like six seconds
God gives you two options, pick Heaven
I don't do juj blud, I'm bless
Not a scratch on me when I
Got jumped by them 67's
The hood's just filled with rain
Boris said it's gonna change but
It's still the same
Another mum on the news said her son died
I look into her eyes and I feel her pain
Sitting down like "Where's daddy mum?"
Mama said "Imma wake you up
When your daddy come"
Then mum said "I'm your daddy son"
I ain't prayed for a long life
Just a happy one
I'm from the A Town, where the shit's real
It's 8-6 to me but I was down 6-0
If I ever sign it's like six mill
I might not catch you when you
Run but my pit will
Me and mama struggling
We're thinking where has dad been?
Look but hide back mama
Like a high MAC mama
We gon' throw him in the trash bin
That brudda ain't a man
He's like half a yute
Feds at the show
They tried to nick me for half a zoot
Bruddas know Bricky be the grittiest
And where I'm from the realest
Bruddas are the skinniest
If you've got love, just pray for me
You ain't gotta speak cah there's nothing
You can say to me
I nearly died
That's just a normal day to me
When I got poked I didn't wanna go to A&E
Then I got bumped for that ten bags
For the Range Rov
In ten days I got my ten back
Blud I couldn't sleep at night
I was up and down doing shows for a bag five
You think I'm not but I'm still here
You think I don't but I still care
I love Millz, he got a heart of gold
The devil's looking for my heart
To Allah it's sold
I used to sleep in the rusty dinger
Mum knows when I'm stressed out
I don't touch my dinner
They hate the sin but they love the sinner
Bruddas tryna bun me so I hug the spinner
So please pray for the kid
The flow's cold cah it spent a
Couple days in the fridge
I've got the feds taking the piss
I've got the rally at my door
While I'm taking a shit
I'm praying to Allah to protect me
I hope when I die none
Of them don't forget me
In your top ten, blud I best be
I've been going hard for ten
Years on the best beats
And if not, it ain't nothing imma go harder
Hella feds want my head like I'm Osama
I told my son "Don't worry
About your grown father"
This little spinner's got power like Obama
Coming from the show, I've gotta drink drive
Bruddas wanna run up in my
Spot then they think twice
They're like "Fuck
Adz I've got a next spot
I don't wanna run up in this
Trap and then get shot"
This life that I live, blud you can't adore
I was in the jailhouse studying
The art of war
I love my brudda Bello cah his heart is pure
I've seen some shit on the
Strip that you can't ignore
Look, this my top shotter flow
I've never met him but I
Hope they free Potter though
Cah that real rap's dying
My likkle brudda's selling weed
He made a lot of dough
Grew up on PDC and O Trey
OC, GG, Piff Piff and MZ
I'll put it to your chest like a bench press
Hella man dead
I haven't got many friends left
You can lose your life in like six seconds
God gives you two options, pick Heaven
I don't do juj blud, I'm bless
Not a scratch on me when I
Got jumped by them 67's
The hood's just filled with rain
Boris said it's gonna change but
It's still the same
Another mum on the news said her son died
I look into her eyes and I feel her pain
Sitting down like "Where's daddy mum?"
Mama said "Imma wake you up
When your daddy come"
Then mum said "I'm your daddy son"
I ain't prayed for a long life
Just a happy one
I'm from the A Town, where the shit's real
It's 8-6 to me but I was down 6-0
If I ever sign it's like six mill
I might not catch you when you
Run but my pit will