Mark Battles & Dizzy Wright - Praying To lyrics

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Feat. Derek Luh

You kids on the block

Got that fresh new style

You bitch on my cock

And she smellin’ like Chanel

Can’t exactly call me rich

But the reception is so real

Receptive to the knowledge I receive in detail

I work and make pays

Don’t be hesitant to pay us

Contact my agent for the contract later

And I don’t fuck with you haters

I did a couple of world tours on the road

I’m expecting to make hits

I play a hundred dollar

My pretty white boy

Shit I think I got it twisted

May be jealous on the look

But can’t deny the composition

And I’m balling by myself

Cause I don’t see the competition

They wouldn’t die for the loved ones

They would die to be loved

But they wouldn’t die for the loved ones

Amin, amin

Who are you praying to?

I’m praying to my Heavenly Father for showing me everything not to be

I became the king of my city

And all these niggaz watching me

I feel like I’m at a fashion show

Cause they lookin’ for that new shit

And I’m giving what they askin’ for

Money on my mind

I go to sleep thinking about my kids

I provide the first

But please don’t make me pop your lips

Smooth as I want to be

But remember there’s only one of me

Doing one hundred with a bad bitch and a marijuana leaf

Only God can tell me that life is ugly

Easy to please a man

That’s the trouble that gets ugly

I don’t need much

Just a green card and not to get into the country, shit

It is lovely

I’m selling my shows ‘til I get out

It’s disguisting

Had to recreate the atmosphere

They can’t get nothing from me

I see where I’m at in a couple of years

They’re jumping on me

I’m getting insane

And what I gain they can’t believe it

And in the name of Jesus

You can’ tell me nothing

They wouldn’t die for the loved ones

They would die to be loved

But they wouldn’t die for the loved ones

Amin, amin

Who are you praying to?

Who are you praying to?

Amin, amin

Amin, amin

Hello, welcome to the jungle

I can ride you

‘til it’s time to rumble

Now we livin’ like we want to

This is where my name is wrong for debating him

You can’t turn all the time

But you can name it

Wanna waste my time trying to make their minds

But I can’t beg again

Gonna hate my gun

I say we’re finally celebrating it

What, what?

These niggaz hating cause we got it now

Hope it’s not gonna knock me down

You’re cracking me out like Bobby Brown

Rapping for my side of town

Trying to make my city proud

Go to the judge

I only want the fame

And I’ll all her Minnie Mouse

I had to get it on the harder way

So every penny counts

It’s magic how we make it happen

It’s more about the keeper than who got it faster

Inspired by my absence

I’m a lucky bastard

I’m speeding fast and I turn the chapter

Only family matters

I’m trying to break the pattern

Oh you still hate a nigga?

I’m feeling flattered

They wouldn’t die for the loved ones

They would die to be loved

But they wouldn’t die for the loved ones

Amin, amin

Who are you praying to?

Who are you praying to?

When that motherfucking time comes