Pray For Us by K. Luci Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ok, so money on my mental
Don't care how I get that shit
Money, fame, and that power
On my soul, I'm gonna get that shit
Clean money, or the dirty work
Fuck jail time, I don't sweat that shit
I do it all with my crew
And there really ain't shit you can do
Man, just pray for us
Nothing you can do, just pray for us
All you can do is pray for us
Nothing you can do, just pray for us
[Verse]
If I wasn't with rapping, I would probably do me some burglaries
Got glizzies on deck, fuck around, get sent to emergency
Every time that I pull up, all these niggas running like Usain
Luciano Balenciaga, I be on top of that food chain
Bitch, I feel like RexGawd, Got an O-Z and a fucking strap
I ain't talking that EDM, nigga, PC Run the fucking trap
Niggas thinking I won't take they bitch, smash the hoe just like an open hat
And there's 17 in my 17, you can fuck around, and I can get you clapped
Yeah, it's Luci in the function, now I'm flipping tables
Niggas know you pussy, boy, you sweet as maple
38 revolver, spin it like a dreidel
Close your book of life, Imma end your fable
You ain't got it pussy, why you flossin?
Smoking gas, I call it Holocausting
Whip and flip it like I'm Eric Koston
Blowing dope until I'm Stephen Hawking
Bout the horror like I'm Stephen King
Primo Cochino, I'm I-T
Come on your block with a fully loaded Glock
And I'm finna draw blood like an IV
That's Luciano, One Seven
Imma send you to Heaven
Smith and Wesson just like 9/11
No Wicked Witch of the West
But I can guarantee that you finna get melted
Ok, so money on my mental
Don't care how I get that shit
Money, fame, and that power
On my soul, I'm gonna get that shit
Clean money, or the dirty work
Fuck jail time, I don't sweat that shit
I do it all with my crew
And there really ain't shit you can do
Man, just pray for us
Nothing you can do, just pray for us
All you can do is pray for us
Nothing you can do, just pray for us
[Verse]
If I wasn't with rapping, I would probably do me some burglaries
Got glizzies on deck, fuck around, get sent to emergency
Every time that I pull up, all these niggas running like Usain
Luciano Balenciaga, I be on top of that food chain
Bitch, I feel like RexGawd, Got an O-Z and a fucking strap
I ain't talking that EDM, nigga, PC Run the fucking trap
Niggas thinking I won't take they bitch, smash the hoe just like an open hat
And there's 17 in my 17, you can fuck around, and I can get you clapped
Yeah, it's Luci in the function, now I'm flipping tables
Niggas know you pussy, boy, you sweet as maple
38 revolver, spin it like a dreidel
Close your book of life, Imma end your fable
You ain't got it pussy, why you flossin?
Smoking gas, I call it Holocausting
Whip and flip it like I'm Eric Koston
Blowing dope until I'm Stephen Hawking
Bout the horror like I'm Stephen King
Primo Cochino, I'm I-T
Come on your block with a fully loaded Glock
And I'm finna draw blood like an IV
That's Luciano, One Seven
Imma send you to Heaven
Smith and Wesson just like 9/11
No Wicked Witch of the West
But I can guarantee that you finna get melted