Mueen / Pray Pt 2.
Get your hand out my pocket nigga
If you know my name you know I’m the one here to help
I seen my mama watch her mama lose some and then all of her health
It’s crazy your worst fear is losing your mother
even if you’re a mother yourself
I pray you do things that aren’t usual
I pray your family reunions aren’t just funerals
They told me sleep is the cousin of death
That's why I part insomniac
Just in case a family reunion come and I’m not tryna be part of that
Part architect tryna build my heart up
Hope I don't arrest the cardiac
I seen my mans got caught in that jam
someone took his breath away
And as much as I wanna go grab a tech today
and claim some flesh today, I understand that's not the best way
And plus at least that took his stress away
But I be wanting someone to blame is all
Not tryna place a body to a name is all
I know some angels that’ll never forget me
Most of mine got on Pelle Pelles
Leather Genuwine, like the differences we had
But all my niggas cool cats, pick of the litter
I just want my niggas back
I just pray everybody I love get grey hairs
Find a place to grow old and stay there
These raps therapy but it's hurting too it's that chemo talk
Hide now, friends try find me, man thats that Nemo talk
Working hard be having niggas really mad at ya
Funny them the same ones hang around to get status up
I see it in your eyes you don’t prioritize adding up
Ironic we making all these happy songs but really just be sad f-
Niggas talking like they understand me
Your daddy ever have drive taxis to afford Nissans and Camrys?
Ever had someone who had murder all in his family?
Help a friend off zannies get home cause he got trouble standing?
And he take them pills cause it numb his damage
Know niggas who moved Grammys
Help fuel your dreams of Grammys
Ever wish you spend more time with granny?
Even though you spent more time than your whole family
But instead of asking questions and getting stories of your history
And all the things that happen before me
You was sneaking out said you tryna get with shorties?
Ever have your homies tell you they parents deported?
Ever got jumped and thank God it ain’t get recorded?
Then jumped a nigga back you was on some bored shit?
Ever lock yourself in a room from like 12 to 12
To take an exam you thought you were gonna pass and really fail?
You ever did a final in the green room?
Became a role model when you ain’t mean to?
Had women you was mean to?
You ever had your heart broke?
Did you ever had your strings pulled?
Ever told yourself that you really need school?
Knowing damn well them loans gone eat you?
Extending yourself caring when you ain’t need to?
And learning that your idols are men who bleed too
And realize you the only one that’s gone lead you
Ever had a vision?
The only one who believe you is the same one who had vision
Cops pull you over cause they got suspicion
Same time they try to pull you out the window
Months later for same reason cops put barrel to your temple?
Ever looked in your heart and put on instrumental?
Ever spill your soul so much truth leaking out your dental?
Ever been the one to keep things together but you a mess?
Ever worry if your art actually gonna impress?
Lost some homies from death and you worry if you gone be next?
You ever pass out from having stress?
Ever been the youngest but move like you really older?
Ever grew way quicker than you really ‘posed to?
Ever told a girl to slide when you needed to be alone
But you needed some company to just hold you over?
You ever write how you feel but cannot speak it in person?
You ever been the realest you when you all in these verses?
Ever had some people big up you up?
You small at home
Telling all things you did but you got far to go
That’s why I can’t sell myself short
What I look like selling myself for?
Look, I’m not gone hold you
I’m not for sale, man I told you
What freedom feel like I pray you live long enough
I can show you
Like, money isn't the root of my happiness
Lot of times that's rooted in shit that don't nothing to do with money
Lot of the times that happiness when we was broke
Know what I'm saying?
Um, money shouldn't be the only reason I'm doing something
Know what I mean?
I should be doing it because it make me feel free
Cause money wasn't the only reason that made me do all the shit that made feel free before