Pray For Me Lyrics - T.i.

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement 

Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me 

Gotta smile through it even though you hate it 

All I ask is that you pray for me 

You know we always payin' attention 

Always out handlin' business 

Niggas in they feelins 

Certain shit can't be given 

I'ma go and get it, yeah 

Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah 

That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas 

See, that's the way we kick it 

Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension 

Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it 

Everything that you got, that shit probably rented 

I know my partners wit' me 

Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh 

Who gon' ride wit' me? 

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? 

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang 

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Made it to the top from the gutter 

Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah 

Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover 

Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother 

Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah 

I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout 

Old nigga wit' some long money 

Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya 

Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it 

Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em 

Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em 

Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em 

Don't care how many police you call on 'em 

Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall 

If you got the dice, put it all on 

Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it 

Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it? 

Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah 

Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war 

I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear 

Look at God, won't he do it 

Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void 

Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it 

One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me 

Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me 

No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life 

Quarter million cash on a brand new jet 

Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that 

Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that 

Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando 

You violate, retaliation got me mando 

I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em 

Numbers scratched out, paper runner 

Strategy used to be take Atlanta 

Spread it then makin' it in Savannah 

Runnin' my play up the East Coast 

I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci 

Kickin' shit in the Caribbean 

Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot 

When you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too 

I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth 

When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too 

Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too 

Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power 

I get money and dodgin' them cowards 

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement 

Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me 

Gotta smile through it even though you hate it 

All I ask is that you pray for me 

Who gon' ride wit' me? 

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? 

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang 

Who gon' ride wit' me? 

Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? 

Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang 

This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm 

It makes me feel like everything 

It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit 

It makes me feel good 

This right here, this ones for the pull-up