Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Thoughts 3 / Pop's Prayer , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Thoughts 3 / Pop's Prayer |
| Made somethin' out of nothin', lean all out in public |
| Workin' morning, I’m clubbin' |
| She wanted a kid, I bought her a puppy |
| You know I’m a dog and she love it |
| Stay true to yourself |
| Word of advice, nigga, do it yourself |
| First chance they get, gon' be tellin' the laws |
| Niggas ain’t built to be stuck in a cell |
| All that screamin' that they 'bout that life |
| Killers come around, they be tuckin' they tail |
| Watch your bitch 'cause this shit get trife |
| Money get low, she fuckin' your friend (Shit be trife) |
| Yeah, tryna change for the better |
| In Clearwater for the sweater |
| Busy man, I got shows lined up |
| But your ho on the schedule |
| Forty racks for this bitch plain jane |
| Twenty more for the bezel |
| Lil' nigga, naw, I don’t gangbang |
| Amiri jeans, bandana |
| Puttin' on for Montana |
| Puttin' on for my gang, puttin' on for my city |
| You know that I’m chewin' |
| Cheesecake in my jeans, diamonds dancin' like Diddy |
| You know that I’m eatin' it |
| And I’m playin' with them bands, blow a bag if she pretty |
| Between me and you |
| Nigga, go kill your jeweler, shit you rockin' look DD |
| Shit I’m rockin', can’t get it |
| Spin your block so many times, niggas gettin' dizzy |
| They alive, they ain’t livin' (Huh?) |
| Pink 10, G6, make a stalker feel it (Yeah) |
| Money stacked to the ceiling |
| I just lie 'cause you know sky is the limit |
| Gotta ride with it with me (Bitch) |
| Money longer, so you know a nigga gettin' picky |
| Bad bitches only (Bad bitches) |
| Say she five-star, I took her to Coney |
| They ain’t even notice (Bad bitches) |
| I done turned it up, now everybody homies |
| Boy, you Lil Jody |
| Presidential Rollies that I’m rockin', I ain’t never voted (Not one time) |
| Nigga, fuck you little cockroaches, I be steppin' on 'em (Fuck 'em) |
| Thousand-eight grams of that A1, wait, I put extra on it (Yeah) |
| Wanna get like me, you gotta grind, my crib got levels on it (Grind) |
| Yeah |
| 'Member they ain’t show a nigga no love (None) |
| Bag on the plane finna land with me (Mhm) |
| Count money up when I’m stressed out |
| Money counter still ain’t fast as me (Nah) |
| Say she gon' leave, it ain’t the whole thing |
| I can’t even give a bitch half of me (Nah) |
| Two Dracos, black one, woodgrain |
| Call them bitches Mary-Kate and Ashley (Two Dracos) |
| Break your boyfriend and take a bitch for my homie |
| I’ma throw that ho in a cab with me (I'm hoppin' in the cab) |
| All I ever did was come through and show love |
| How the fuck is these niggas mad at me? |
| (How the fuck is niggas mad?) |
| Hundred racks, I’ll fuck it off on nothin' |
| 'Member times I ain’t even have a G (Hundred grand ain’t shit) |
| Almost cried when I seen my ex-bitch |
| New nigga broke and it’s sad to see (Fuckin' with a broke nigga) |
| I feel late tryna grab these M’s |
| My millionaire niggas tryna grab a B (My nigga, he a billionaire) |
| How the fuck you broke talkin' 'bout you got opps? |
| Gotta have guap if you tryna beef (How you got opps?) |
| 20K, bro come through with the mop |
| Won’t leave the scene 'til that fucker clean (Mop it up, slime) |
| FaceTime, mama told me to get some rest |
| She know her baby boy run the streets (I ain’t gettin' no sleep) |
| Time for me to start puttin' niggas to the test |
| You don’t shoot your gun, can’t come with me (I don’t even know niggas) |
| Told y’all wait 'til I get my money right |
| Niggas really can’t say nothin' to me (I don’t even talk to niggas) |
| Ruth’s Chris steaks like every other night |
| I remember times with nothin' to eat (I done came up on niggas) |
| Our Father and our God, we come now |
| Knowin' that You know us better |
| Then we know ourselves, our comings and our goings |
| Our risings and our fallings |
| Our beginnings and our end |
| Asking that You remember us |
| And now, in a mighty way, that You might protect us |
| All from the danger and the evil |
| That this world has to offer |
| I come asking Your choice blessings on my baby boy Ray |
| Asking for Your guidance and Your directions |
| For his gifts and his talents |
| That You might wrap him up with Your love, Your grace, and Your mercy |
| Giving him protection, prosperity, and peace |
| In a dark and dying world |
| In the name of Jesus, I pray and for his sake, amen |