Pray 4 Me - Troy Ave, Touchdown Brown

Turn it down, turn it down a little bit

Dope Boy Troy, word!

Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm

Throw a bass line in there too Troy

Age of 15 I jumped off the porch

8 years later jawn bought a porsche

A year before that went and bought a Benz

I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends

Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell

Derek held water and I wished him well

Through them coins it was fifty bands soap

A nigga seen that, he started doing above

Been through some shit and I’m still here

Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair

My best friend died and I went to jail

Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell

Everything I thought was the opposite

Funny homies hanging with the opposites

Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit

Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit

If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me

Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word!

(4x)

I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me

I used to chase money, now it’s racing me

Runnig through this dough like a bakery

Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully

How many whips do this nigga got?

How many cribs do this nigga got?

(Touchdown Brown)

Damn!

and how manny of me do I really got?

Damn!

I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down

And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down

But when we get it you know we lay them down

You know we killed the pussy and we never spared 'em!

We really switching rims like I never had 'em!