Songtexte Pray for the Weak - Taz feat. Xon

Yeah, aye I don't know how I go harder than the last man
Imma be killin' shit,
Leavin' em' in the past man imma pull
Up with sticks but I ain't got no mask man
We just be robbin' em but I'm feelin' like Batman
They all say they bumpin' my shit, that's a damn lie
I done made a rack off of the fact that they felt my music and they
Send it to they homies cause they mad I made
To be that person, gettin' shit on like a mad guy
I done curved the bitches that ain't like me
I done robbed the kids that want to fight me
I done shit on everybody twice P, dare a motherfucker come and try me
Man and we get into the bag now I
Done came up out the mud I'm never sad now
They all used to say I'm wack but they all ass
Now, how I made it out of Vegas I just laugh now yeah
Ride around the traffic,
Yeah we fully automatic all my thots filled
Up with Magnums so whatever happens, happens
Feel like I can't win since some Xans tried to clap
Me, Xans tried to whack me but they couldn't trap me
Juggin' to a tragedy,
Then there go my family cryin',
Broken down to see me in a fuckin' casketisy
When the opps came after me, we came back with accuracy
My goons they gon' clap with me if they see a scratch on me
Couple homies lost their way so they just turned their back
On me, that's the shit I had to see made me who I had to be
Know me when I'm shoppin' that I got a fuckin' sack on me,
Bitches gettin' mad because they cannot put their grasp on me