Jordan Hill - Pray To Ya God Lyrics

Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out Pray to your God, that there's no
More doubt, no more doubt Pray to your God, that you know what you're
Talking about, talking about Pray to your God, that you're not in it
For the clout Bitch, you better pray to your God, if you
Think you can rap like this, rap like this Pray to your God, if you think you can talk
Like this, talk like this Pray to your God, if I have to handle this
Have to handle this Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to
Your God, Bitch you better pray, y'all can't f*ck with me
I do this shit every day, Wake up in the morning, gotta move andele
Writing down my thoughts, things that I must convey
I could write for hours, but won't talk for a day
No, I do not medicate, heart pumping steady rate
Watch me levitate, I can touch the ceiling, Hold a steady gate, when I meditate
Close your eyes, let me educate the type of feeling that you get
When there is no regret, when you reach the final door
And you must reflect, got you guessing what is next
Destroy all parts of your complex, it's complex for me to explain
Your brain needs more context, so I'll move on to the next thing
I feel so elevated, Nothing can hold me down, your girl looks
Hella faded, Ain't gon' stop till I wear that crown
Keanu in the matrix, she play piano in some latex
Got some ammo in her basics, I can get behind it
Get behind it
Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out
Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt
Pray to your God, that you know what you're talking about, talking about
Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout
Bitch you better pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this, rap like this
Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this, talk like this
Pray to your God, if I have to handle this, have to handle this
Pray to your God, pray to your God, pray to your God
Hard to think when everything is so convoluted
I concluded your mind has been intruded by the stupid and wounded
I can see the gap, you focused on a screen, now I'm focused on rap
I'm focused on a dream while you focus on some ass
Quit it with the talk boy, you doing too much
Always been a stock boy, you begging for lunch
Girls don't like a small toy, she calling you munch
I can see you scared, that's why you labeled as such
Pray to your God, if you feeling lucky, pray to your God, if you feel alone
Pray to your God, if you try to jump me, pray to your God, I don't break your bones
With sticks and stones, no X or O's, no exit road
Time has slowed down, if you owe me guap, I need the full amount
What is God, what's your life, I feel odd that I might
Just believe, I am light, no longer will I fight
The moments that are coming, and coming, and coming
If I were you, I'd be running, and running, and running
Pray to your God, that it all works out, all works out
Pray to your God, that there's no more doubt, no more doubt
Pray to your God, that you know what you talking 'bout
Pray to your God, that you're not in it for the clout,
Bitch you better
Pray to your God, if you think you can rap like this
Pray to your God, if you think you can talk like this
Pray to your God, if I have to handle this
Pray to your God
Pray to your God