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writeyourown – i don’t pray enough lyrics

[part i: a+side]

[intro: writeyourown, jai paul & [?]]
certain beats you gotta touch no matter what, man
it don’t even matter
long as you spittin’ somethin’ you really made yourself
do whatever you feel like doin’
certain beats you gotta touch though
certain beats i f+ck with, i just
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me (haha, haha)
it’s always good, man, makin’ good music (don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me)
hip+hop spoke directly to me, because, you know (don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me)
it was speakin’ from the language that the people i was dealin’ with were speakin’ it (don’t)

[verse 1: writeyourown]
live from manhattan, he hot and he snappin’
as he walk through the valley of the shadow of death
he a lil’ bit of everybody spittin’, ’cause everybody different
now everybody listen, it’s hard to get a gig, that’s why everybody pitchin’
tryna live, most n+ggas rentin’ cribs, tryna get in where they fit
some days, i wouldn’t trade it for the glamour or the glitz
maybe grab a carrera, a spot in the ritz
i ain’t hidin’ on top, i got my spot ’cause i was picked, n+gga chosen
just tryna trap a knot, ’cause shorty need a watch
guess i gotta keep her wrist on frozen
i ain’t stingy, man, i’m grindin’ ’til my sh+t’s all swollen
they told me not to quit, well, here’s my notice
this year i’m focused, like a chauffeur in the city whippin’ n+ggas’ rolls+royce
no drive, still alive, gettin’ high, not sayin’ much, i swear i don’t pray enough
and n+ggas always singin’ stuff, i swear they just be playin’ tough
word to my life: if i had to take my pick, it’s the shotty or the cig
i’m remindin’ ’em of jig, but in my mind, he wasn’t big enough
with my mind on the green, i’ma grind for my team
plus, my mom, she a fiend
them red bottoms, got her louboutins for the queen
no job, still fly, gettin’ high, got my mind, not sayin’ much, and n+gga don’t pray enough
[chorus: jai paul & writeyourown]
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me (gonna come back in, just let it run; don’t; it’s cool)
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me (haha; don’t)
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me (don’t)
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me (don’t)

[verse 2: writeyourown]
i say i’m fly, i’m a.i. high
home of philly, off the piff, from rodeo drive
with my eyes on the prize, tryna ride ’til i get it
’cause i was like ten spittin’ “sky is the limit”
listenin’ to biggie with my mom, yeah, i did it
whoever said i didn’t, they a liar, they could die where they sittin’
take a drive through the 215, see how i’m livin’
all my n+ggas went to college or died or they in prison
our minds is imprisoned, eyes glued
they televise lies to your children, they can tell a n+gga why in a buildin’
when the line’s full of dimes, as they arrive to the buildin’
pourin’ wine, tell ’em hi, i fly’s out the buildin’
my mind’s ’bout my business, my mind on my grind, so i rhymes with precision
told the ones this is not sean don she was sippin’
the work is in the walk like the [?] flippin’
i knew i couldn’t make it, not alone
to every ex that i s+x and left waitin’ by the phone
i’m sorry, i was stressed, i wasn’t takin care of home
see, this is how it be, you know a n+gga humble, this a true apology (don’t)
i know that i was silent, at least i was honest, that’s a n+gga policy, gotta be (don’t)
i always made somethin’ outta nothin’, i knew i couldn’t waste time frontin’
n+gga try and take mines, somethin’ on the waistline form (don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me)
take a n+gga baseline, jordan, and air him (don’t)
i dare him ’cause our god’s greater, i shall fear no man here, mm
(don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me, don’t)
[outro: writeyourown, jai paul & floyd mayweather]
no job, still fly, gettin’ high, not sayin’ much, i swear i don’t pray enough
(don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me, don’t)
no job, still high, keep it fly, not sayin’ much, i swear i don’t pray enough
(don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me, don’t)
don’t
don’t f+ck with me, don’t f+ck with me
don’t
my thought on life is this: i don’t worry about what no one says
i just live my life to the fullest, because when it’s all said and done, i have to be happy

[part ii: b+side]

[intro: asaad]
uh

[verse 1: asaad]
shakin’ the magic 8 ball, then i had a premonition
final destination 10? now i’m f+ckin’ trippin’
give me a second, but wait, too soon to f+ckin’ kiss her
then all i hear is rape, ha, [?]
that’s like tryna seduce a seducer
lookin in her eyes, she got me hard, she’s medusa
the devil wears versace to bed, couldn’t be nuder
i had to cut her off, she left me feelin’ like a noodle
(ah, as this b+tch said)
she said she couldn’t swallow her pride
but i, i let it while in my stride
just havin’ thick skin can leave you hallow inside
follow the leader, cyclops in the land of the prime
in the blink of the eye [?] clear as day
just listen closer, can hear the spirits talkin’, hear ’em say
so step away with your bullsh+t ways
motherf+cker, this ain’t back in the days, but you don’t hear me though
[interlude: asaad]
mac, mac, the uh

[verse 2: mac miller]
oh, me next? i’ve come to get a b+breath
gonna keep talkin’ ’cause there ain’t no f+ckin’ weed left
i be on the edge of my seat, tryna read texts from hoes
sh+t, vickie tryna tell the kid a secret
three days pass, i ain’t even been to sleep yet
gasoline runnin’ through my veins, tryna speed, yes
turn left, always know my way, gps
from east, west, north, south, b+tches like a wh0rehouse
brand new outfit, i’ma spore it out, hold on
sorry, folks, i’m just talkin’ my sh+t
old socks and some new kicks
feelin’ like the ninth grade when all the b+tches grew tits
new sh+t, get a good steak up at ruth chris
celebrate christmas and i’m jewish, doofus
who’s this youngin with a million youtube hits?
i be on my spittin’ rap, lifted cat bullsh+ts
you can come around, i’ma see you in a minute
up in philly, had to throw a little pittsburgh in it

[interlude: writeyourown & mac miller]
yeah (b+tches), uh, it go

[verse 3: writeyourown]
worthless earth, no thirst to quench it
and he that is last is the first repentant
fatherless son to a cursed existence
i put all that i have into a verse and sentence
the lyrics never lie, they console me to sleep
if the fear of my past take control, then i’m weak
prison of the soul, why an angel have wings?
’cause the lord hear the crowd when the caged bird sings
i be on the rocket, outer sp+ce, yao ming
blowin’ on that good, on that green, ya’ mean?
i roll it and i twist it and i steam, i leaned
on the shoulders of legends
the flow rolls gold, gift+wrapped with the presents
sick, saw a black magazine filled with essence
n+ggas need to recognize instead of neglectin’, they should accept it
listen to this dope sh+t, needle, inject it
wordplay lyrical, spit with inflection
[?] n+ggas perception, i come to give ’em direction
pass the mic, interception, i’m gone

- writeyourown lyrics

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