Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray 4 My Enemies, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song The Remixes 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SCMMLLC
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 |