Pray 4 My Enemies Philthy Rich (Ft. Lil Pete & Prezi)
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[Intro: Philthy Rich]
Ayy it's Philthy nigga
Pray for my enemies
You know attention is like money
Everybody want some, uh-huh
Look, look, look, look
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad
Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag
I just thank the lord when I count the cash
I remember I was poor, I'm never going back
Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad
Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag
I just thank the lord when I count the cash
I remember I was poor, I'm never going back
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Look, bosses don't engage in the small talk
See when it's beef it's no peace, you can't call it off
Couple killers waiting on that phone call
Ten thousand four ways, they'll knock you off
Gotta couple Rollies I can pass around
Graduated from the streets, no cap and gown (Seminary)
Once you drop your nuts it's no backin' down
Hi-Tech in my cup, it's no Act in town
They took the elevator while I took the stairs
Payless on my feet, yeah I took the stares
Now it's red bottoms, every day a different pair
Three thousand on these shoes I'll probably never wear, it's Philthy
Ayy it's Philthy nigga
Pray for my enemies
You know attention is like money
Everybody want some, uh-huh
Look, look, look, look
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad
Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag
I just thank the lord when I count the cash
I remember I was poor, I'm never going back
Pray for my enemies, I know them niggas mad
Runnin' off at the mouth or running up a bag
I just thank the lord when I count the cash
I remember I was poor, I'm never going back
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Look, bosses don't engage in the small talk
See when it's beef it's no peace, you can't call it off
Couple killers waiting on that phone call
Ten thousand four ways, they'll knock you off
Gotta couple Rollies I can pass around
Graduated from the streets, no cap and gown (Seminary)
Once you drop your nuts it's no backin' down
Hi-Tech in my cup, it's no Act in town
They took the elevator while I took the stairs
Payless on my feet, yeah I took the stares
Now it's red bottoms, every day a different pair
Three thousand on these shoes I'll probably never wear, it's Philthy
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