[Verse 1]
Look in the eyes of my mother in court
Don't even know what the fuck I thought
Couldn't do school, kicked outta sport
Graffiti the walls, smokin' on a Pall Mall
On a comedown, while I'm comin' up short
Never remember the things I was taught
Wanna be a real G, wanna be a kingpin
Wanna swim in the deep end, now I'm sinkin'
Fair dinkum, never be a victim
A lot of my bros done passed away
Rather get judged by twelve than carried by six
All of my enemies blast away (Boaw-baow-baow)
Stackin' the paper, we all tryna ball like Wilson in Castaway
Taggin' the alleyway
My Uso is down for whatever, we reppin' it every day
Bandana cover the face
Down with a gang, no leavin' a trace
Twenty-eight grams with the cash and a ziplock bag
Two burners, nobody safe
Before dinner, we gotta say grace
Everybody gotta eat, not everybody got a plate
If they wanna hate, turn them to the light side
The world so cold, every day I pray

[Pre-Chorus]
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I've been so broke, but watch me fly without these wings (Without these wings)
I ain't have shit but watch them claim when you get rich, ayy (When you get rich)
When I was down, they kept me down, ain't that a bitch? Ayy (Ain't that a bitch)
Couldn't see hands, now I see handouts all on my shit, ayy
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
(Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Dear Lord
I know that you keep me blessed although my heart is stressed
And every day many give me the hardest test
But it don't matter to me because they can't finesse
What I've been through, what I've seen
Sometimes I feel like you weren't on my team
But I still kept it one hundred, my faith was still runnin'
And now I'm up livin' my dream
I was in the backstreets, a young kid
Tryna make it out, not doin' dumb shit
Rap was a flat ball, so I pumped it
It was up in the air, so I had to dunk it
Now I'm makin' a point
Just to show it don't matter 'bout who you are or where you're from
The devil will test ya, fuck all the pressure
Set you a goal and then go get it done
Now they wanna get it from me
But I didn't get it for free (No way)
I got it straight out the mud and now own it all day
They didn't fuck with me
But now they show love to me
They can never get none from me
If you ain't part of the team, then go away
[Pre-Chorus]
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none (Yeah)
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none (Still had none)
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I've been so broke, but watch me fly without these wings (Without these wings)
I ain't have shit but watch them claim when you get rich, ayy (When you get rich)
When I was down, they kept me down, ain't that a bitch? Ayy (Ain't that a bitch)
Couldn't see hands, now I see handouts all on my shit, ayy
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none

[Outro]
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had none
Had to pray for more, pray for more, still had—