Gangsta Prayer - Stalley, Trippie Redd

Everyday I pray

God keep me safe

We’ll see better days

Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah

I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»

Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block

Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops

I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don

I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb

Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love

I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up

Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up

Ain’t no killer but keep killers around me

The big fish got sharks swimin' around me

The my life jacket, can’t let 'em drown me

Don’t forget that them projects is where they found me

I speak enlightened, but spent my life fightin'

More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring

Can’t be no victim of the venomous sting

From murder hornets in the human form

It’s bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform

When did self-hatred become the norm'?

While I’m duckin', hidin', I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm

When the sun dries the rain, that’s when a star is born

And we shine the bightest

When we left each other up, that’s when we reach our highest

Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas

Royalty at it’s finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us

Until then, it’s peace if peace never finds it

Everyday I pray

God keep me safe

We’ll see better days

Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah

I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»

Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block

Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops

I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don

I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb

Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love

I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up

Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up

Uh, yeah

Pray, I’m not praying, pray a nigga don’t try me

These youngin’s around me play with triggers for hobby, uh

And they itchin' to get active

Sittin' on the corner all day twistin' up Backwoods

I tried to tell 'em, they thinkin' it’s backwards

That kind of thinkin' is really pushin' us backwards

But I’m preachin' the murderers, dope dealers

You know, the extra types with no feelings

That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumpin' no

Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drillin'

Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace

Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30's for breakfast

It’s crazy how they life parallel to my reflection

Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section

See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with

And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it

Everyday I pray

God keep me safe

We’ll see better days

Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah

I told them people, «Nigga, fuck a job»

Nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, fuck your block

Nigga, fuck the odds, nigga, fuck the cops

I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a fuckin' Don

I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a fucking bomb

Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love

I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick 'em up

Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift 'em up