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Pray For Me Lyrics - Transition - Chipmunk

Yeah, from hills high in heaven 

To Psalms 27 

This is our gospel 

Take my word for it 

Uh, check, listen 

 

You see the music business like the devil's games 

If you play then you might adopt the devil's ways 

It's an eye for an eye, a tooth the same 

I'm tired of everybody taking shots up my name 

 

I'm just shooting for my targets 

Look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot, don't hold me hostage 

Making what doesn't sell 

Then you complaining when it doesn't sell 

 

Now with that off my chest I'mma hope for the best 

I'm never going back to the press though they wanna see me stress 

Counting money and staying relevant 

Made me know the difference between family and relatives 

 

I beg the Lord show me a path 

Snakes are in my blood line, not in my grass 

Not talking to my match, cut my family in half 

If you reap what you sow, let me pray my own heart 

Come on 

 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must 

 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid 

 

The prayers I need them, the good in me is leaking 

I'd only want this pen now so they can see Jesus 

To show 'em I believe in, shit's getting stranger 

Little change of maze got them questioning my faith 

 

My visions strange when they negatively name me 

I see Lord, does that make me crazy? 

Suicidal tweets, can you blame me? 

Yeah, look what success did to Amy 

 

They couldn't work out my letters so they hung me 

I've been fired alive, how could you burn me? 

As I stay afloat, it's titanic for rum 

My confidence is made of titanium 

 

I told everybody I'm the savior 

Special like I'm born in a manger, manger 

Born to succeed, who's as humble as me 

As long as I got a number, I wear a heart on my sleeve 

Come on 

 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must 

 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid 

 

Looking back like, look what the deal did? 

Still with the same circle and I'm still with Chip 

That's why who I share the last pound with 

Is the same people that I share a mill with 

 

Six zero's in my last mill with 

Bread and wine, last supper was some real shit 

The prayer's been sent, now we're ready 

Old Judas has been removed already 

Let's go 

 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above 

(Pray for me) 

Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must 

 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane 

(Pray for me, yeah) 

You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid 

 

Pray for me 

Pray for me 

Pray for me, yeah 

Pray for me, yeah 

 

Tell my chick, don't leave me now, tell my feet, don't fail me now 

It's too late I'm in front of this crowd 

When you see me bow 

I'll drown in my own sweat before they take me out 

 

Take the jewels, take the fame 

Take the buzz, take the name but the talent still remains 

And tell the hater change of plan 

I tell the label, drop me still on weeks we all run 

 

Piss off, this ain't a big trap 

This is seat for a gift wrap, I reply to every diss track 

Back from the future, you plums 

Fighting in advance for the apologies to come 

 

I'm sick trust me 

Eat a plate of fame of vomit, still repping for the hungry 

Heads shots with success bullets 

More Mobo's, Brits and Grammy's before I pull it 

 

Believe me, the floor's tight but the jeans ain't 

You can't compromise these days 

I open doors into the blame frame 

'Bout time I do me and get paid for it 

 

So fuck a market and plan 

I'm light skinned and I can smile, come on, market me, man 

Pray for me and play your position 

I evidently made a transition 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony

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