ransom - Pray For Me lyrics

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Featuring: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Got the ghetto in my heart every time that I spit it

Walk it like I talk it, this is how I'm living

Still on the block, dwelling with my niggas

We don't got no job, selling dope be our business

Lord be my witness, trying to get a million

Flushing everything if they run inside my building

Niggas steady snitching

Bitches steady riffing

Raffing, until I start clapping, I'm itching

I'm so Cal

Cals under my white tee when I walk out

Niggas be hating, I don't trust smiles

Me and Ransom representing the same struggle

In the gutter it's all about money and muscle

Feds don't want to see us free

They got us under surveillance like TMZ, yeah

It's Jay Rock, I be these streets

I promise to keep it real 'til I D-I-E, yeah

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

I was on the block, ducking, running from cops

On the corner slanging the rock (Mama she used to pray for me)

Now I'm on top, pulling up in the drop

Saying peace to hip-hop (Cause it made a way for me)

I struggled way before I got on

So I gotta put my struggle in song (I guess this was my destiny)

Came a long way, I'm here to stay

[Verse 2: Ransom]

We all came from the gutter

Say we ball free, living by the name of my brother

Put the cane in the cubbard

Childhood scars from the pain that we suffered

Mom dukes always tried to raise us above it

Pop dukes always tried to claim that he loved us

Now we blaming each other

Got my brain from my mother

You can't judge a book by the grain of its cover

Or the name, or the color

I sold drugs to my nigga Pop

So you know the devil's on my side when I hit the block

So you shouldn't be surprised when I get the guap

Flip the rock, watch the water bubble when it hit the pot

A fiend died last night, time to switch the tops

If you don't know what time it is you better fix your clock

Now we're not even surprised when the pistol pop

We don't even move, know the rules never snitch to cops

I just spent my whole life trying to make it out

Dreaming of a check, in a Lex, throwing paper out

They're trying to break the house

Got to go the safest route

Not a blind date, but these apes trying to take me out

I used to be a nobody from the projects

Now my projects got me flyer than a cockpit

I used to cop bricks, loading up Glock clips

Now I'm in the drop picks, talking about stock tips

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating

I ain't filthy rich, but I got imagination

It's my year to eat and I got a platter waiting

Sharks in the water, I sort of got them salivating

I'm living a life considered a price

My past years could've had me up in prison for life

I am the, tip of the ice, division of christ

This duffle bag red nigga, just admit it I'm nice (and um..)