Ca$h Rodgers - Pray for My Soul Lyrics

As you age
The rest of your life
Is about
Giving a f*ck about shit
That maybe you don't care about
Guess what
I like to think
That I don't give a f*ck about what people think
Let me tell you all the times
That I was carrying myself that way
And I was wrong
Yo I don't give a f*ck about what people think
That's dope Joe
What's your credit score
Uh
That's dope Joe
What day you see the judge
Uh
I could just give you
Like a million different instances
As your just growing up
And living life
That you have to care
Bout what someone else says
This is a Gang Rocker
I built a way
They tried to out me
That's what the sinister do
Top down
In the winter
Wishful thinking is true
Should stick to the script
But I'm all out of glue
Gotta drive and improvise
All of a sudden
They wanna be winning with you
Naw
Y'all ain't see the vision
From the baby steps
Hunger got me ready for them M's
Had to meal prep
Nigga here's a real test
Yeah without a care in this cold world
Spitting all this fire
Got me paid
Need a heat check
Could double up the reps
They couldn't flex
Like we flex
On the up
They want the fall
Praying for missteps
But what's next
As I
Hurdle every obstacle
The ones I love most
Said you the only thing
That's stopping you
Look at what you've done to me
Life teaches
All these leaches
Sucked the love from me
Getting paid for dope lines
Like it's drug money
Heart and soul
Every flow
What else you want from me
This ain't the way for me
Made it out thankfully
Never be the same
Cause the damage took hold
Nowhere is safe for me
Can feel all this hate for me
See nothing but enemies
Wherever I go
Don't nobody ever wanna die young
Can almost guarantee it
Here where I'm from
So somebody pray for me
Somebody pray for me
Somebody pray for me
Can I ask somebody please
To pray for my soul
My soul
Somebody pray for my soul
Soul
Somebody pray for my soul
I done kept it real
But it seem to be a cost
Always been one hundred
Why you asking true or false
The sauce in my genes
It won't come out in the wash
Refuse to take a loss
To these nightmares in the dark
I can't stop this hustle
Yeah this money what I need
Ball out on a broad
With this cash I oversees
The doja got me floating
Liquor bring me up to speed
On point behind these glasses
Watching for my enemies
Faded in the section
Scope the spot
I'm paranoid
Never dressing loud
But I'm making all the noise
Up the price
Don't talk to me
Just take it up Roy
She happily a bounce that ass
I tell her jump for joy
Niggas talking crazy
We see em
When we see em
Calling in daily
Like a nigga work per diem
They told me
Ima get it
Had to realize that it's facts
The Rockers
Do it proper
Time to turn up to the max
This ain't the way for me
Made it out thankfully
Never be the same
Cause the damage took hold
Nowhere is safe for me
Can feel all this hate for me
See nothing but enemies
Wherever I go
Don't nobody ever wanna die young
Can almost guarantee it
Here where I'm from
So somebody pray for me
Somebody pray for me
Somebody pray for me
Can I ask somebody please
To pray for my soul
My soul
Somebody pray for my soul
Soul
Somebody pray for my soul