pray 2 the dope

my choppa got the scope

i'm working

mixing coke

i put my faith in god

but now i'm losing hope

so i'ma pray to that dope

put my faith in my work

i thank the lord for my blessin'

lord knows it could be worse

i got some niggas in the pen

i got some niggas on the shirt

lord knows i been stressin'

i'm just tryna make it work

stretchin' mollies

cutting percs

i'm just workin' with my work

father god

i been losing faith

every day it hurts

before i pray at the church

i put my faith in my work

i hit my plug for the work

he said he dry

it really hurt

ain't got no weed

got no perc

ain't got no lean

got no syrup

i'm like damn

golly

i can't even serve a quarter

told my patients keep their patience

right now my trap outta order

all my smokers need they weed

all my snorters need they yola

all the crackheads gettin' grouchy

all the shermheads want they water

i had a job at panera bread

i took that work to work

i was sellin' niggas bagels

i was sellin' niggas percs

i quit my job

had to juug and rob

pray to god

but it ain't work

i tried to work

but it ain't work

so i'm workin' with that work

sleepin' on the floor and started kicking doors

i ain't had nowhere to go

no food or clothes

pray to god

but nobody knows

hey

get the plug on the phone

he got the dope

d.a. got the dope

my choppa got the scope

i'm working

mixing coke

i put my faith in god

but now i'm losing hope

so i'ma pray to that dope

put my faith in my work

i thank the lord for my blessin'

lord knows it could be worse

i got some niggas in the pen

i got some niggas on the shirt

lord knows i been stressin'

i'm just tryna make it work

stretchin' mollies

cutting percs

i'm just workin' with my work

d.a. think they got a case

but i'ma make 'em work

fuck the d.a

fuck the state

fuck the judge and county clerk

had to get it out the mud

mix the water with the dirt

i'm not a middleman or plug

i got water

i got percs

i got molly

i got syrup

i got rounds

i got pounds

from the ghetto to the bird

ship them pounds to your town

i can send 'em on a plane

i can send 'em on the 'hound

before i ship 'em off

i pray

i got faith they touchin' down

it's a struggle to survive

we out here dodging them peoples

pops locked back up in county

he was swipin' them visas

southwest alief

grew up

struggled with my sister

three brothers

we shared our shoes and shared the room

we slept on floors and shared covers

i used to dream i made the league and called plays in the huddle

but reality for me was heinous things

servin' cluckers

mama told me keep my faith

but now i'm losin' hope

so i'ma pray to the dope

put my faith in the work

d.a. got the dope

my choppa got the scope

i'm working

mixing coke

i put my faith in god

but now i'm losing hope

so i'ma pray to that dope

put my faith in my work

i thank the lord for my blessin'

lord knows it could be worse

i got some niggas in the pen

i got some niggas on the shirt

lord knows i been stressin'

i'm just tryna make it work

stretchin' mollies

cutting percs

i'm just workin' with my work