Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray for Em, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Pray for Em |
| DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro |
| Free El Chapo! |
| Fuck your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her |
| Now she trippin', goin' crazy, nigga tell her let up off us |
| OGs see me comin' through and they say, «That's a baller» |
| That’s that nigga really started from the bottom really in that order |
| Make a call, bring them plans down |
| Smokin' loud like surround sound |
| Niggas wanna come around now |
| Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now |
| Put my mask on, put the crown down |
| Tell 'em turn up |
| When it come to action, niggas ride with me |
| Screamin' murder |
| Niggas fallin' off, bitches fallin' through |
| Callin' plays like an audible |
| Get that money, what you oughta do |
| Need the plug, got them niggas callin' too |
| Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on |
| What you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you doin'? |
| Get the bag but I’m way triller |
| You around cause you paid niggas |
| In the dark when we spray niggas |
| When we run into you, we ain’t playin' with you |
| Meek put a rapper on CNN |
| Niggas said I wouldn’t eat again |
| I just counted 5 mil' in cash |
| I’m a real nigga they won’t see again |
| Pray to my God we don’t go to the feds |
| We don’t go to the feds |
| I pray all that money don’t go to my head |
| Don’t go to my head |
| I pray on my Glock when I’m goin' to bed |
| When I’m goin' to bed |
| Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead |
| Cause all of 'em dead! |
| Fuck 'em |
| People locked me, put them chains on me |
| Wonder why I got these chains on me |
| Audemars, I got a range on me |
| Shit a hundred thousand ain’t a thing to me |
| What’s your range, homie? |
| This another level |
| Flood the Rollie, get another bezel |
| She don’t dig me, get another shovel |
| Go and get the money, we don’t ever settle |
| Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn |
| Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn |
| Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop shit, damn |
| Only trap nigga doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit |
| Niggas hatin' cause my numbers down, what’d you do, 50? |
| 20 somethin', I did 250 |
| MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy |
| Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it’s really nothin' they can do with me |
| Ballin' on 'em ain’t new to me, fuckin' bitches ain’t new to me |
| Summers, summers |
| 10 summers I’ve been at my tempo like I’m Mustard |
| At the Grammys with the hustlers |
| Went to trap 'cause you a busta |
| Spillin' lean on the red carpet |
| Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin' |
| Still trappin' out the bando |
| Moonwalkin' on that damn marble |
| Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' |
| Ballin' on 'em like I’m James Harden |
| I don’t drive it if it ain’t foreign |
| I don’t fuck it if it ain’t foreign |
| Still eatin' and I ain’t tourin', nigga gettin' it |
| Got that ladder with me with the 33, I’m Scottie Pippen it |
| Pray to my God we don’t go to the feds |
| We don’t go to the feds |
| I pray all that money don’t go to my head |
| Don’t go to my head |
| I pray on my Glock when I’m goin' to bed |
| When I’m goin' to bed |
| Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead |
| Cause all of 'em dead! |
| Fuck 'em |
| Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' |
| Ballin' on 'em like I’m James Harden |
| I don’t drive it if it ain’t foreign |
| I don’t fuck it if it ain’t foreign |
| Still eatin' and I ain’t tourin', nigga gettin' it |
| Got that ladder with me with the 33, I’m Scottie Pippen it |