I Pray to God - Stitches

I can’t sleep at night, lately

The devil tryna fuck with me

I pray to God (Lord)

I’m tired of sellin' dope (I'm tired of sellin' dope)

I’m tired of sellin' dope

I pray to God

I’m tired of sellin' dope (I'm tired of sellin' dope)

I’m tired of sellin' dope

I pray to God, I’m tired of sellin' dope

Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke

You got a newcomer, keep it on the low

'Cause you could die in these streets, that’s just how it goes

Your own friend’ll set you up for a little paper

You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater

The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul

I’d rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

Tryna do right, I keep makin' mistakes

Hand on the bible, I’ll never be fake

How you buy yourself a new chain when your kids ain’t even got food on their

plate?

I been betrayed so many times, to earn my trust it’ll take a while

You can hear the pain in my songs

You can see it even when I smile

Crush up a pill and snort it

Pour out the pint, my problems are gone, I’m flowin'

Temporary fix, I got a permanent problem

Tryna do good, I’m surrounded by drama

Head so fucked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father

Reality kickin' in, maybe I’m runnin' away from my own damn karma

I don’t trust no man, I just trust my AK-47

They don’t understand, I been hated since age of 11

Not that they’d be happy if they got the news that I’m in heaven

I bet when you see me in this Rolls Royce you think it’s a blessin'

I think it’s a curse, 'cause everything around me hurts

I pray to God it get better but this shit keep gettin' worse

Blood, sweat and tears (Boom)

I’m gettin' tired of this shit

Pick a side, homie, go legit or should I sell these bricks?

I pray to God, I’m tired of sellin' dope

Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke

You got a newcomer, keep it on the low

'Cause you could die in these streets, that’s just how it goes

Your own friend’ll set you up for a little paper

You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater

The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul

I’d rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

I was blackballed in this rap game

It was back to flippin' that pack, man

I got dope boilin' my blood

So you know I stay with that sack, mane

Drug-dealer mentality, cut everybody off, that’s what it had to be

Why you jealous of me?

If I eat, you gon' eat

Everyday a holiday, yeah, we gon' feast

You did me wrong

This ain’t no entertainment, this my life, in a song

These lyrics gon' fuck you up the day that I’m gone

See, I’m different, I don’t fuck with ya but I sill forgive ya

'Cause Lord knows I ain’t perfect

I’ma a sinner

Keep on flippin', ain’t no limit

Hundred million, I’ma get it

Stayin' up every night, workin' hard

These drugs got me sweatin'

Who do you trust?

I don’t trust a soul

Talkin' to myself, doctor, I think I need some help

One-one-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Eight, nine, ten pills in my nose

I just made a album in a day, snorted an ounce of blow

Tryna be a better man, change my ways, but I can’t

Every time I try to change I’m being chased by the dope

I pray to God, I’m tired of sellin' dope

Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke

You got a newcomer, keep it on the low

'Cause you could die in these streets, that’s just how it goes

Your own friend’ll set you up for a little paper

You fell in love with that bitch, she was your biggest hater

The devil 'round me but I would never sell my soul

I’d rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

I pray to God (Lord)

I’m tired of sellin' dope (I'm tired of sellin' dope)

(Woah)

I pray to God

I’m tired of sellin' dope (I'm tired of sellin' dope)

(Woah)