[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
T-H-E-O
Some soul shit, yeah
Soulful, soulful
[Chorus 1]
A lot of niggas pray for whips
While hopin' to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just prayin' for better days
[Verse 1]
My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine-sniffin'
Love him to death but feeling like I can't hang with him
Went to Atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
Woke up the next morning, the nigga chain missin'
Oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
Shame that when I make it we can't be Bacardi-sippin'
'Cause the drugs got that nigga living with a foggy vision
And I'm tryna make a living with mics like Scottie Pippen
So many friends that I'm starting to lose
Prayin' my crew don't become a party of two
Progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
Boy, when you switch up, that’s when it's hardest to move
'Cause niggas clown Drake for being so sentimental
'Least he the same nigga over every instrumental
Niggas spittin' raps 'bout pointin' gats out tinted windows
Knowin' they ain't never owned a pistol
Yeah, yeah
T-H-E-O
Some soul shit, yeah
Soulful, soulful
[Chorus 1]
A lot of niggas pray for whips
While hopin' to get their cheddar raised
Uh, I'm just prayin' for better days
They hit the block with Glocks and let berettas spray
Damn, I'm just prayin' for better days
[Verse 1]
My older cousin been dabblin' in cocaine-sniffin'
Love him to death but feeling like I can't hang with him
Went to Atlanta to hopefully get some change with him
Woke up the next morning, the nigga chain missin'
Oh well, pray for his safety but hardly miss him
Shame that when I make it we can't be Bacardi-sippin'
'Cause the drugs got that nigga living with a foggy vision
And I'm tryna make a living with mics like Scottie Pippen
So many friends that I'm starting to lose
Prayin' my crew don't become a party of two
Progression seem tight but like gears on a bike
Boy, when you switch up, that’s when it's hardest to move
'Cause niggas clown Drake for being so sentimental
'Least he the same nigga over every instrumental
Niggas spittin' raps 'bout pointin' gats out tinted windows
Knowin' they ain't never owned a pistol
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