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dub (rap) - pray for them lyrics

who could f-ck with the pen and pad?
won’t stop ’til i’m grain-gripping and the grill sitting like trinidad
(all gold) you’re f-cking with ah king
the irony now its model b-tches with center ads
unh, dead presi never fold money
here to restore the feeling, where’s the dope money?
88 harlem, that old money
oh you don’t know money? then you don’t know money
i been on some new sh-t the past year
billion dollar dreams, the garment is cashmere
come to me for that change, like cashiers
the rap game is all backpacks & half queers
yea, we gone get to this dough
got ah shawty; ain’t no baller but give it and go
skylar diggins when i’m in it, you kissing that ho
sh-t you’s a gimmick, this a spirit, invisible glow
n-ggas know (they know)
gotta be the illest n-gga alive
cause the god write well, shakespearean scribe
i go and get it, that’s until my demise
they don’t wanna see us win-dow, they better off tinting they rides
cause we gone ride like the phantom
roll or you get left
ain’t noticed they was this stressed, the arenas is distressed
prominence flash, i ain’t even got a hit yet
still they running ’round with ah style that i possessed. c’mon

one time for my real n-ggas
two times for my real b-tches
whole clique fulla real n-ggas
hold on, time to k!ll n-ggas
somebody pray for them. somebody pray for them
time to pray for them
when ever i’m around it ain’t safe for them

yo my stench, issy miyake
look -them n-ggas couldn’t catch my fly with mr.miyagi
sl!cker than rick, la di da di
i was sh-tting on n-ggas, you was just learning to potty
modern cobain, sh-t i get that first check
i’m at the mercer double-parked in a mulsanne
b-tch with me, all she does is nag and complain
bougie broad can’t even pr-nounce my shirt name
unh demeulemeester in my leisure
voice of the city, your run shorter than ti$a’s
while i still snap on them, flow fifa, kick sh-t
you rapping like you content with the bleachers
lyrical slaughter, ain’t come here to play
we the n-ggas with aura. new nwa
& i ain’t lettign up until the whole fam k!lling
just got ah foot in the door
now we bout to own the building. c’mon

- dub rap lyrics

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