PRAY YOU DIE IN SURGERY Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmm
They say, “If you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin'”
The answer that I give you every time, you’d rather me lie
If that’s what it takes for a fake smile, I’d rather cry (I’d rather cry)
Put my pride to the side, it got me worn out and tired
I’ll tell the truth, and let you decide if you stayin’ down
It’s some sinners that come with mine (Mine)
Love me hard till we die, even after this chapter gone, you’ll still be mine in the sky (In the sky)
If I go before you though, I hope you use me as a guide (Me as a guide)
Tribulations and trials, turn a half to a nine
In these streets, I’m a giant (I’m a giant)
Why my peoples have to be slimes? Why my momma had to die
Ain’t get a chance to look her youngest grandson in his eye
Why Red leave me behind? You the only reason I tried (Only reason I tried)
Why Quan let n***** wreck his new rides soon as he buy em’
Soon as he bought it, n****
Lil’ Dead took a shot to his head tryna get high (Fuck)
Lift his seat back too far, it was only one bullet fired
All it took to make us cry, all us shooters need a new drive
Ain’t no way they gon’ survive, we four cars and deep slimes
Thank whoever who outside, no innocence in my eyes
On God, don’t be too hard with yo judgement (With your judgement)
Then again, in this position, how can you judge us?
How can you judge a n****?
For wakin’ up with grudges, killin’ for our loved ones (Killin’ for my bro)
East side Taliban, Riata Drive to Tubman
Nobody never loved us, hugged us, or gave us nothin’
Deuce deuce rusty, get up close then slump him
It don’t mess with my conscious, fuck em’ he had it coming
Something out of nothing, hunnid you dice this onion
The king of the jungle, island, ain’t nothin’ above it
Made men amongst us, don’t go against each other
Wish you took it serious when I told you, “I love you”
Must of thought I was funny, like my issues ain’t mean nothin’
Instead of upping’ your thumper in memory of yo brother
Memory of your bro
You’d rather call and ask, “What the budget?” Like it ain’t personal
Like I ain’t see you cry at his funeral, it wasn’t hurtin’ you?
Like when life gave you tough pills to swallow, that we wasn’t burping’ you
When I done been and not sure, whoever outside after curfew
Tell my mama, I’ma be late to heaven, because of what I done turned to
Hurdle after hurdle (Hurdle), murder after murder (Murder)
I be tryin’ guard my sister from afar, nobody hurt her (Nobody)
Kept calling her phone said that I needed her it was urgent
She let her boyfriend run off with a quarter-pound of purple
And I was just like twenty, tryna stack up my first thirty
But I forgive you, I don’t blame you, you know I’m con game, for certain
And they know that we the worst ones, backdoors and closed curtains
And I wish I knew back then what them decisions would determine
I don’t think I’d change nothing except some deaths that was occurrin’
And my heart been hurtin’, and them Perkies wasn’t workin’
My son won’t do nothin’ I did. let alone worser (Let alone worser)
Never’ll be a worker, burglar, or a murderer (Or a murderer)
Without encouragement, I still came out the thorough list
Jammed in my hand, the last time I met in person
Red in my head, sayin’ every man have a purpose
Soon as you done searchin’, I’ma be in the dark, lurkin’
Sea island serpent, n****, toke yeeky’s in churches
Soon as we load these thirties, y’all gon’ load n***** in hearses
And Dugg don’t get em’ furbished, if you change the shape to hershy’s
But fuck it if it’s workin’, no returns on none of these purchases
Drench him, he was thirsty, may the Lord have mercy
A water boy permanently and even after they bury me
Was I wrong to pray that n***** died in they surgery? (Was I wrong?)
Was I wrong to cut em off before I let em murder me?
Was I wrong? Was I wrong?
Am I wrong for letting it still worry me, currently? (Was I wrong?)
Am I wrong for tryna get ’em all before they bury me?
Was I wrong to pray that n***** died in they surgery?
Was I wrong to cut em off before I let em murder me?
Am I wrong for letting it still worry me, currently?
Am I wrong for tryna get ’em all before they bury me?