pray for him

marshall

we still waitin'

now we gotta pray for him

lord

forgive us i know that it's kinda wrong

for five brothers this talented to be on one song

but that white boy

he is nice

but he crossed the black man

lord jesus christ

we gon' pray for him

and move hailie out the way when we spray cans

we don't shoot kids and women

we shootin' amen

look

that double entendre kinda heavily

damn

em'

what you like five minutes away from seventy?

oops

i meant forty-seven

send him to hell if he bored of heaven

strappin' the dynamite

word to floyd and evans

i get to gripin' the glock

he better call a reverend

and give eminem falls and knock him out his jordan 7's

oh

you got your own sneakers? that's okay

well

to let you know

them wild'n out out jordans is on the way

nah

i ain't do this verse for the fame or the clout

i did this verse to say keep my brother name out your mouth

i mean at this point it's bullyin'

'cause i know he ain't gon' clap back

so i don't be dealin' with these rap cats

i'm the best and that's that

put that on everything

get my cashapp

a bunch of red rags and black 'lacs

incredible

they catch me with this

i'm goin' federal

i've been a star

your favorite actress wanna get sexual

you've been afraid

em'

this ain't that renegade

em

where you ain't purp'd up

you sweeter than lemonade

em'

black squad

you won't link with them

see

you tried to bully p!nk and them

britney spears and nsync and them

and got the beefin' with ja rule with the cops behind you

and every show since '04

you've had to swat behind you

man

y'all find a all-time great in a small town lake

i hawk 'em down with the k

don't you got a cash flow? what the fuck you mad for?

subtract you

add a casket

that's the aftermath

ho

holla

hi slim

let's kill it with all the chit-chat

eminem

but you get the sticks

now that's a kit kat

so

wait

dammit

you mad that you ain't cannon

all them pills

you stay crammin' still givin' you brain damage

your guilty conscious told you

you was the man and all

but now you just a circus act

'cause you stay up on cannonballs

you always hide in your trailer

we know you big mad

get your bitch to run in our lap like this is gym class

'cause all my niggas just stand up like sinbad

big mac in the can that get rid of slim fast

instead of stayin' in the booth to get your rhymin' out

it's season 15

here's your invite to wild'n out

ain't no bad-doin'

'cause all of my troops thorough

ain't got no bitch

glock nina

my new girl

i'm sick of all my homies keep dyin'

might puke earl

god should've took em' and just let us keep juice wrld

look

nick

my brother

you dissed him

that gotta suffer

i told him

don't diss you back