Ransom, The Game, Rome Streetz - Pray For the Weak lyrics
[Ransom, The Game, Rome Streetz - Pray For the Weak lyrics]
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters win
When on the cusp of greatness
Don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes
A man is to make amends
Was never into all the latest trends
Now my weight is thin but shit
You can't judge a picture if
You gon' break the lens lay a gem
Drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates
On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of
Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire and eloquent
You niggas gon' notice when
You inspired for relevance
A different man but still'll send
Killers inside your residence (Blatt)
Just tap my shoulder when
It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the
Fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it
Waving sticks like a magic trick
Get half the clip
I ain't never been on no rapper shit
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
Lounging in this Maybach, twisting a 'Wood
I'm good
I wish you well same time as I wish you would
Just got off the phone with Suge
Reflecting 'bout some past shit
Death Row, Aftermath shit
Conversations be classic
Keep the 22 on plastic
'cause drama be everlasting
Money sewed up and plastered in the walls
In the mattress if I ever gotta cut it open
That mean I walked in the crib
Holdin' my arm
Limpin' with my gun smokin'
Revelations of the last days
Vibing to the Fugees
Rubbing on this chick booty while
Dumping shit in this ashtray
It feels good just to be
Living your wildest dreams, nigga
Walking 'round the Hamptons in
Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers
I did my dirt, got out the mud
My triple beam tippin'
Niggas sleep in the trap like they brought
A pint of lean with 'em from that to this
Washing my own Maybach and shit
Reminiscing back when I ain't even
Had a pack to flip
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
Ayo, they say the truth is hard
To swallow like a large pill
To get a man hit, use a bitch
Look how they charged Bill
Smack the shit out of Satan with
A hand full of God's will
I'm on point when yo' handshake
Come with a odd feel
They love that we off the chart
They disregard skill before I had a A&R
I had a razor to carve krills
And vision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal
Thinking ghetto divas
Now my broad wear Dior heels
Play grimy blocks with Glocks stashed
By the car wheel curb served in the suburbs
My pockets all filled
If you ain't fit for the fire
Don't let the Devil in
Keep him in the hole
He pop up then hit his head with 10
No friend
I was doley when it was dark and cold
Weak niggas thirsty for a deal
But it'll cost yo' soul
Mommy told me, "Shine
Your melanin is worth more than gold"
The game sick
This is medicine in the form of flows
No chips for the timid
The fortune's only for the bold
Knew I'll be that nigga way before
I had my fortune told
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
Harlem World, stand up!
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters win
When on the cusp of greatness
Don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes
A man is to make amends
Was never into all the latest trends
Now my weight is thin but shit
You can't judge a picture if
You gon' break the lens lay a gem
Drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates
On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of
Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire and eloquent
You niggas gon' notice when
You inspired for relevance
A different man but still'll send
Killers inside your residence (Blatt)
Just tap my shoulder when
It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the
Fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it
Waving sticks like a magic trick
Get half the clip
I ain't never been on no rapper shit
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
Lounging in this Maybach, twisting a 'Wood
I'm good
I wish you well same time as I wish you would
Just got off the phone with Suge
Reflecting 'bout some past shit
Death Row, Aftermath shit
Conversations be classic
Keep the 22 on plastic
'cause drama be everlasting
Money sewed up and plastered in the walls
In the mattress if I ever gotta cut it open
That mean I walked in the crib
Holdin' my arm
Limpin' with my gun smokin'
Revelations of the last days
Vibing to the Fugees
Rubbing on this chick booty while
Dumping shit in this ashtray
It feels good just to be
Living your wildest dreams, nigga
Walking 'round the Hamptons in
Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers
I did my dirt, got out the mud
My triple beam tippin'
Niggas sleep in the trap like they brought
A pint of lean with 'em from that to this
Washing my own Maybach and shit
Reminiscing back when I ain't even
Had a pack to flip
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
I said these ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
Ayo, they say the truth is hard
To swallow like a large pill
To get a man hit, use a bitch
Look how they charged Bill
Smack the shit out of Satan with
A hand full of God's will
I'm on point when yo' handshake
Come with a odd feel
They love that we off the chart
They disregard skill before I had a A&R
I had a razor to carve krills
And vision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal
Thinking ghetto divas
Now my broad wear Dior heels
Play grimy blocks with Glocks stashed
By the car wheel curb served in the suburbs
My pockets all filled
If you ain't fit for the fire
Don't let the Devil in
Keep him in the hole
He pop up then hit his head with 10
No friend
I was doley when it was dark and cold
Weak niggas thirsty for a deal
But it'll cost yo' soul
Mommy told me, "Shine
Your melanin is worth more than gold"
The game sick
This is medicine in the form of flows
No chips for the timid
The fortune's only for the bold
Knew I'll be that nigga way before
I had my fortune told
These ghetto street gospels
(Yes) , food for the soul
Turn street niggas to apostles
You need me and I got you (I got you)
Don't brace for defeat
Just keep your place on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures that'll take you
Twelve days to repeat
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