Conway the Machine
Pray
[Intro: Grafh]
Eh
What's up? Oh
Eh
Griselda
Dope game
[?]

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Y'all don't know what it do, when I show you the blueprint
I ain't water it down, 'cause I didn't know you was stupid
Searching online for the truth that I'm throwing in music
I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it
I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it
I'm Alkaline water, amongst all the soda and juices
Went from what's crackin? To what's poppin?
I [?] then go gun shopping
You scared of the dark, my n***a, you sunblocking
I'm hot headed, and my tongue dropped in a plug sockit
[?] pop it, then I lunchbox it
I jump [?] double pump rockets
Til my blood clot, blood clotting
Fuck stopping
Your man got jumped, you were just watching
I left your body in the trunk rotting
[?] n***as never plucked cotten
I'm just boxed in, jabbing, I'm just boxing
Jumped up [?]
I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings
You hustle to play ball, those are fucked options
I just [?] memory lane [?] drunk driving
What? what?
What did y'all do to me?
My ex tryna put a hex on me, vudoo me
It's heavy artillery
Strap with the cemmi harpoonery
I multitask, looking at your chain while I'm Googling with a pawn jewelry
I ain't with the tomfoolery
I'm Huey P. in the wrong community
All my laundry is Louie V, I burn a Monclare, Prada and Gucci T
Inside the uligy, [?] me
[Chorus: Grafh]
When the shots fly
And the rain falls
It's a homicide
Tell me, who can you call?
When the soul dies
You can be right or wrong
It can be you or me
Whoever's quick on the draw
Mama, pray for me
Just pray for me

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
You got shooters laying all in your bushes and grass
Waiting for you, so they can be took to the cash
Got you opening your safe, and got you pulling out cash
And you know what happen next, when he pull up his mask
N***a, the muzzle flash and the bullet pass
Through your melin, your whole shit getting put on the glass
Robbery gone bad, news, bullet and flash
I laugh, 'cause I'm the n***a that put up the bag
Yeah
I'ma be straight, as long as my mama pray for me
If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me
Gotta be solid all the way for me
Real n***a, that's something you ain't gotta say for me
My resume'll vouch
You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce
I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penitrate her mouth
I get a word, and n***a [?]

[Chorus: Grafh]
When the shots fly
And the rain falls
It's a homicide
Tell me, who can you call?
When the soul dies
You can be right or wrong
It can be you or me
Whoever's quick on the draw
Mama, pray for me
Just pray for me