Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray 4 My Enemies, artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pray 4 My Enemies |
| Ayy it’s Philthy nigga |
| Pray for my enemies |
| You know attention is like money |
| Everybody want some, uh-huh |
| Look, look, look, look |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Look, bosses don’t engage in the small talk |
| See when it’s beef it’s no peace, you can’t call it off |
| Couple killers waiting on that phone call |
| Ten thousand four ways, they’ll knock you off |
| Gotta couple Rollies I can pass around |
| Graduated from the streets, no cap and gown (Seminary) |
| Once you drop your nuts it’s no backin' down |
| Hi-Tech in my cup, it’s no Act in town |
| They took the elevator while I took the stairs |
| Payless on my feet, yeah I took the stares |
| Now it’s red bottoms, every day a different pair |
| Three thousand on these shoes I’ll probably never wear, it’s Philthy |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Reminiscing, miss my niggas, how it used to be |
| If you don’t know me by now you gon' get used to me |
| He told on the gang then you ain’t fuckin' with him |
| But if he told on the opps you still fuckin' with him |
| Comin' from the struggle, bitch it’s different levels |
| We up now and I ain’t even have to push the pedal |
| If they ain’t talkin' 'bout them M’s I ain’t tryna settle |
| The streets cold so you know we gotta keep the metal |
| My cousin still thuggin' on the stay away |
| Sucker hit, I know he prayin' for another day |
| Couple seen but you know I take 'em to the grave |
| She just gave me twenty bands, she ain’t seen my face |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| I remember them broke days, I swear the nights was long |
| Them suckers see that I’m on and now they mad I’m home |
| I was taught to protect my brothers but they say I’m wrong |
| When I was strugglin' by myself nobody put me on |
| Touched ten bands from two shows, that was out of town |
| Checkin' chicken from two hoes that be out of town |
| Most these niggas playin' roles, I guess they actors now |
| My niggas apply the pressure, ain’t no backing down |
| Interrogation, facing life, I still ain’t say a thing |
| I prayed they kept it in the streets but niggas said my name |
| Gettin' money and groupie bitches isn’t fascinating |
| I’m doin' better, bitch it’s Prezi, no assassination |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |
| Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad |
| Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag |
| I just thank the lord when I count the cash |
| I remember I was poor, I’m never going back |