Text: Chipmunk. Transition. Pray For Me.
yeah
from hills high in heaven
to psalms 27
this is our gospel (oh)
take my words for it (oh)
uh check..listen
you see the music business is like the devil's games
if you play then you might adopt devil's ways
it's an eye for an eye a tooth the same
I'm tired of everybody taking shots up my name
i am just shooting for my targets
look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot
don't hold me hostage ..
making what doesn't sell then you complaining when it doesn't sell
now with that off my chest ima hope for the best
i am never going back to the press
though they wanna see me stress
counting money and staying relevant
make me know the difference between family and relatives
I beg the Lord show me a path
snakes are in my blood line and not in my grass
not talking to my match
cut my family in half
if you reap what you sow
lemme pray my own heart C'MON
(chorus)
pray for me
please take me to a level where heaven is above
pray for me
try sitting at my past so Heaven is must
pray for me
with the world on my shoulders I better press the cane
pray for me
you know the Lord is my Shepherd
so I can't go without praying
the prayers I need them
the good in me is leaking
I only put this pen down so they can see Jesus
to show them I believe in
shit's getting stranger
little change of maze
got them questioning my faith
my visions strange when they negatively name me
I see low does that make me crazy??
suicidal tweets can you blame me??
look what success did to Amy!!
they couldn't work out my letters so they hung me
I've been fired alive
how could you burn me
as I stay a float
its titanic for rummmm
my confidence is made of titanium
i told everybody I'm a saviour
especially like I was born in a manger manger
Lord can succeed
who is as humble as me
as long as I've got a number
I wear a heart on my sleeve C'MON
pray for me
please take me to a level where heaven is above
pray for me
try sitting at my past so Heaven is must
pray for me
with the world on my shoulders I better press the cane
pray for me
you know the Lord is my Shepherd
so I can't go without praying
looking back like look what the deal did
still with the same circle
and I'm still with Chip
I swear I who share the last pound will
is the same people I share my mill with
six zero's in my last mill with
bread and wine last supper was some real shit
the prayers been sent down and ready
the duke that has been removed ready goooo!!
(chorus)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah)
tell my chick don't leave me now
tell my feet don't fail me now
Its too late I'm in front of this crowd
when you see me bow
I drown in my own sweat before they take me out
take the jewels take the fame
take the buzz take the name
but the talent still remains
tell the hater change of plan
I tell the label drop me still on weeks we all run
piss off this ain't a big trap
this is seat for a gift wrap
I reply to every diss track
back from the future you plums
fighting in advance for the apologies to come
I'm sick trust me
eat a plate of fame of vomit
still reaping for the hungry
heads shots with shots and bullets
more mobo's brits and grammy's before I pull it
believe me the floors tight but the jeans ain't
you cant compromise these days
I open doors into the blame frame
its about time I do me and get payed for it
so fuck a market and plan
I'm light skinned and I can smile c'mon market me man
so pray for me and play your position...
I evidently mad a TRANSITION-ansition-ansition-ansition-ansition!
from hills high in heaven
to psalms 27
this is our gospel (oh)
take my words for it (oh)
uh check..listen
you see the music business is like the devil's games
if you play then you might adopt devil's ways
it's an eye for an eye a tooth the same
I'm tired of everybody taking shots up my name
i am just shooting for my targets
look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot
don't hold me hostage ..
making what doesn't sell then you complaining when it doesn't sell
now with that off my chest ima hope for the best
i am never going back to the press
though they wanna see me stress
counting money and staying relevant
make me know the difference between family and relatives
I beg the Lord show me a path
snakes are in my blood line and not in my grass
not talking to my match
cut my family in half
if you reap what you sow
lemme pray my own heart C'MON
(chorus)
pray for me
please take me to a level where heaven is above
pray for me
try sitting at my past so Heaven is must
pray for me
with the world on my shoulders I better press the cane
pray for me
you know the Lord is my Shepherd
so I can't go without praying
the prayers I need them
the good in me is leaking
I only put this pen down so they can see Jesus
to show them I believe in
shit's getting stranger
little change of maze
got them questioning my faith
my visions strange when they negatively name me
I see low does that make me crazy??
suicidal tweets can you blame me??
look what success did to Amy!!
they couldn't work out my letters so they hung me
I've been fired alive
how could you burn me
as I stay a float
its titanic for rummmm
my confidence is made of titanium
i told everybody I'm a saviour
especially like I was born in a manger manger
Lord can succeed
who is as humble as me
as long as I've got a number
I wear a heart on my sleeve C'MON
pray for me
please take me to a level where heaven is above
pray for me
try sitting at my past so Heaven is must
pray for me
with the world on my shoulders I better press the cane
pray for me
you know the Lord is my Shepherd
so I can't go without praying
looking back like look what the deal did
still with the same circle
and I'm still with Chip
I swear I who share the last pound will
is the same people I share my mill with
six zero's in my last mill with
bread and wine last supper was some real shit
the prayers been sent down and ready
the duke that has been removed ready goooo!!
(chorus)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah)
pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah)
tell my chick don't leave me now
tell my feet don't fail me now
Its too late I'm in front of this crowd
when you see me bow
I drown in my own sweat before they take me out
take the jewels take the fame
take the buzz take the name
but the talent still remains
tell the hater change of plan
I tell the label drop me still on weeks we all run
piss off this ain't a big trap
this is seat for a gift wrap
I reply to every diss track
back from the future you plums
fighting in advance for the apologies to come
I'm sick trust me
eat a plate of fame of vomit
still reaping for the hungry
heads shots with shots and bullets
more mobo's brits and grammy's before I pull it
believe me the floors tight but the jeans ain't
you cant compromise these days
I open doors into the blame frame
its about time I do me and get payed for it
so fuck a market and plan
I'm light skinned and I can smile c'mon market me man
so pray for me and play your position...
I evidently mad a TRANSITION-ansition-ansition-ansition-ansition!