Pray For Me by Kenny Guye Lyrics
Lyrics:
Every day I wake up under stormy weather(like)
Why am I going through this? How much longer?
'Till I learned that I won't fix ever
Shit don't get better, you just get stronger
Sit and pondered 'bout the shit the bother me
Find me where the problems be
Feeling like I'm an anomaly
Probably why my ex-bitch no longer belong to me
And ain't bothering with me but the bitch be on to me
Probably ask for me back when she find out I'm a rap prodigy
And I'll be laughing like "Girl, fuck your apology!"
Dont fuckin' talk to me
I can't sit and listen to you bitchin'
If I wanted to fuck with tricks, shit, I'd be a magician
One of my best acts would have these fake rap dudes end up missing
When I listen, thinking "are you kidding? How's this shit still existing?"
While I'm persistent with my vision
Don't know how else to word it
See, I been through shit, but I ain't got shit
Ain't it 'bout time I deserve it?
I'm back to square one
That ain't something that I expected
All the time I invested into fixing life ain't effective
I'm feeling reckless, restless, this shit ain't right
Welcome to the story of my mother fucking life
(-K.G)
Chorus:
This the story of a kid that be coming from the bottom
I got problems and they weighing on me
I need y'all to pray for me
I need y'all to pray for me (x2)
Verse 2:
20 years of life I ain't had it long
But I been grinding for years like an addicts jaw
Tryna' get you hyped like adderall
They say that raps dead, n yeah it has its flaws
But I disagree
I'd die before I'd let it be history
Look at all the shit it did for me
Gave me victory when I was living in misery
Saved me when my baby died
She left this world, she went away
And I'll act like I'm recovered now
But I ain't gon' lie, man, I cry everyday
I know you watching me
Please help me reach my goal
Forgive me for sinning for money
Forgive me for getting so cold
Livin' so broke, no dough for beats
Producers wouldn't screw with me
No dough to record at all
I ain't have no opportunity
What good are the rhymes with no studio time
To perform what my minds created?
Fakes brag about crime, and that life ain't mine
But I needed the money to make it
I needed the money I hated
Had I evaded what evil persuaded
Would it be the same karma I tasted?
Traded my fate in for getting faded
But no more of that
I'm living honest now
This my chance to make things right
Hope y'all enjoy the show
Welcome to the story of my life
(-K.G)
Every day I wake up under stormy weather(like)
Why am I going through this? How much longer?
'Till I learned that I won't fix ever
Shit don't get better, you just get stronger
Sit and pondered 'bout the shit the bother me
Find me where the problems be
Feeling like I'm an anomaly
Probably why my ex-bitch no longer belong to me
And ain't bothering with me but the bitch be on to me
Probably ask for me back when she find out I'm a rap prodigy
And I'll be laughing like "Girl, fuck your apology!"
Dont fuckin' talk to me
I can't sit and listen to you bitchin'
If I wanted to fuck with tricks, shit, I'd be a magician
One of my best acts would have these fake rap dudes end up missing
When I listen, thinking "are you kidding? How's this shit still existing?"
While I'm persistent with my vision
Don't know how else to word it
See, I been through shit, but I ain't got shit
Ain't it 'bout time I deserve it?
I'm back to square one
That ain't something that I expected
All the time I invested into fixing life ain't effective
I'm feeling reckless, restless, this shit ain't right
Welcome to the story of my mother fucking life
(-K.G)
Chorus:
This the story of a kid that be coming from the bottom
I got problems and they weighing on me
I need y'all to pray for me
I need y'all to pray for me (x2)
Verse 2:
20 years of life I ain't had it long
But I been grinding for years like an addicts jaw
Tryna' get you hyped like adderall
They say that raps dead, n yeah it has its flaws
But I disagree
I'd die before I'd let it be history
Look at all the shit it did for me
Gave me victory when I was living in misery
Saved me when my baby died
She left this world, she went away
And I'll act like I'm recovered now
But I ain't gon' lie, man, I cry everyday
I know you watching me
Please help me reach my goal
Forgive me for sinning for money
Forgive me for getting so cold
Livin' so broke, no dough for beats
Producers wouldn't screw with me
No dough to record at all
I ain't have no opportunity
What good are the rhymes with no studio time
To perform what my minds created?
Fakes brag about crime, and that life ain't mine
But I needed the money to make it
I needed the money I hated
Had I evaded what evil persuaded
Would it be the same karma I tasted?
Traded my fate in for getting faded
But no more of that
I'm living honest now
This my chance to make things right
Hope y'all enjoy the show
Welcome to the story of my life
(-K.G)