Pray 4 This lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Sometimes I think about this sh*t (About this sh*t)
I'ma die tryna get rich (Get rich)
Damn, I used to pray for this
A lot of n*ggas ain't made for this
Sometimes I think about this sh*t (Yeah)
I'ma die tryna get rich (Get rich)
Damn, I used to pray for this
A lot of n*ggas ain't made for this

[Verse 1]
And I can't lie, girl, you been on my mind
You been on my mind, you been on my mind
If it start gettin' rocky, is you ridin' to the end?
On me, two bad b*tches, and they tryna let me in
And my mama steady prayin' for me in this life of sin
Turned a dollar into ten, I had to stay down for the win (Yeah)
These pus*y n*ggas think they know me
Better pay up if you owe me (Owе me)
I ball just like Ginobili
Nah, f*ck that, I'm ballin' like Kobе (Kobe)
In the cut, I'm sippin' on codeine (Codeine)
Pray to God I don't OD (OD)
I turned my back on the old me
These pus*y n*ggas, they owe me
[Chorus]
Sometimes I think about this sh*t (Yeah)
I'ma die tryna get rich (Get rich)
Damn, I used to pray for this (Pray for this)
A lot of n*ggas ain't made for this (Yeah)
Sometimes I think about this sh*t (Yeah)
I'ma die tryna get rich (Get rich)
Damn, I used to pray for this (Yeah)
A lot of n*ggas ain't made for this (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
She know what it is (What it is)
Give me one second while I pop my sh*t (Pop my sh*t, b*tch)
I got thirty on my neck, I'm wearin' a watch from [?]
And I ain't got no stylist, I be stylin' sh*t (Stylin' sh*t)
AR always posted with some stupid fine sh*t
If you don't see the man of your dreams, you blind, b*tch (Blind, b*tch)