Pray 4 Me

Yeah, this song right here dedicated
To all my niggas on the grind
Tryin' to feed they family
Sometimes you need a extra prayer from mama to help you
Yeah

I'm out here tryin' to hustle, mama
I need you to pray for me
I'm out here tryin' to feed my kids
So baby, pray for me
Send a message to the Father for me
I need you to pray for me
I'm just tryin' to keep you from sheddin' tears
Mama, won't you pray for me

Dear Mama, your son need a blessin'
I'm out here tryin' to get it but I'm sick and tired of stressin'
I wanna talk to God 'cause I got a couple questions

But do you think he listen to the problems I'm addressin'?
My life full of crime, so my life on the line
But that's what make me hustle with the right state of mind

I'm tryin' to stack the right kind of paper off the grind
Send a message up to God, let 'em know it's troubled times
Tell him that your first born still lookin' for him now
Let him know that I believe but I need a couple signs
Mama, I get on my knees 'fore I sleep but I'm failin'
And wonder when I preach do it ever reach the Heavens
Since I'm in the streets every week, 24/7
Then I hope it ain't no beef 'cause I'm out here drug-sellin'
So Mama stand beside me, let 'em know I ain't rebellin'
And any time I need for anything, I hope you tell him

Just pray for me

I'm out here tryin' to hustle, mama
I need you to pray for me
I'm out here tryin' to feed my kids
So baby, pray for me
Send a message to the Father for me
I need you to pray for me
I'm just tryin' to keep you from sheddin' tears
Mama, won't you pray for me

Mama, your son need a favor
I'm on the run every day tryin' to see this paper
I'm prayin' to him every night when I'm on my knees
But Mama, it seem you and Grandma got more pull than me

So holla at him, tell him I need a little bread though
Just so every night a nigga ain't gotta sell dough
'Cause that's the reason most of all my niggas in jail for
Whether you sit and rot depends on what your bail for
I'm just a nobody but always tryin' to tell folks
About somebody that can keep you from them hell doors
Pimpin' wrong but I'm always tryin' to sell hoes

That's why now I'm tryin' to repent so I can save my soul
I need a cosigner to pray for me, my credit bad
From all the grimy bullshit I did back in my past
I'm sendin' a message to my Father in a Hennessy bottle
Just hopin' that he answer 'cause he's gettin' it from my mama

I love you

I'm out here tryin' to hustle, mama
I need you to pray for me
I'm out here tryin' to feed my kids
So baby, pray for me
Send a message to the Father for me
I need you to pray for me
I'm just tryin' to keep you from sheddin' tears
Mama, won't you pray for me