Pray 4 My Enemies Songtext
von G Herbo

I′m willing to go up the furthest length
Under any extent a nigga play so I pray for my enemies
Can't let ′em get rid of me
It might be the day, any day you get blown away
I'ma shoot broad day if he temptin' me
Been in the streets and I been through enough
Just to know not to ever show sympathy (never)

The Devil got into me, but I′m blessed with a sense
So I know when you envy me, I play off energy
So don′t be an enemy, I pray for my enemies (I pray for my enemies)
So be safe to my enemies, I don't play with my enemies, aye
We lost Kobe, we made the trenches bleed, crushin′ opps like centipedes


Now we back in the lead, now I'm rich
Is they still gon′ love when a nigga leave? (They still gon' love me?)
Heart cold like Christmas Eve
But I still show love to my hood like it′s Christmas Eve
Been through and shit, wasn't easy
I tell you some shit right you wouldn't even believe it
How I make it out? I don′t know either
Well, I meant hard work, and not leaving the house with no hollows

Hot like a fever, outside riding the East we got 120 shots in four-seaters
And that′s how we beat 'em
I had to go make a way for my niggas ′cause I was the leader
Glock 23 or the Nina, both of them bitches got work on them, I can't decide it either
Might as well ride with both of ′em, I was gon' ride with either

Fuck it, know the way we did niggas they gotta retaliate, we wasn′t hiding either
Went way up on the score, did that shit with ease
And we still let niggas breathe (no bap)
Clip in the AR, same size as a niggas sleeve (no bap)
Paranoid, come close, make a real scene, revenge on we I still grieve it
I don't fear no man, let a trigger squeeze
I don't gotta squeeze triggers, got a lil′ cheese

Used to play in the grass ′fore I got in the streets
Then I turned 15, started sellin' trees
Used to pass to Roc′ how he pass the rock
Now I'm passing Glocks like my boy Steve
Nash, young niggas moving a little too fast


Play and we blast (blast), niggas wanted to drill
Wasn′t thinking 'bout cash
Got in my first high-speed, did the dash and crashed, damn
Snuck my pipe into school, I was totin′ a MAG in class (no bap)
Damn (damn), we saw an opp and I bet when he looked in the mirror at home
He ain't know that today be his last
I know we gon' catch you, if you with your lady or baby you may get a pass (maybe)
Whenever we catch you, we hop out and stretch you, Lord bless you

These niggas hoods be nothing ′cause I come from Essex and my block hectic
We hop out and X ′em
We hop out extra and making a mess of 'em
Turned out depression now we having less of it
Man, we did what we did how we did it, so ain′t worried 'bout the rest of ′em
Shorty and 'em itchin′ to wet somethin' (itchin')
Yours versus mine, we gon′ end up on top, let′s bet somethin'

Nothing but killers and riders
Nothing but dealers, I hung with gorillas, we stronger than niggas divided
And we shootin′ at whatever shit we decided (grrah)
Chillin', we already tried it, they drillin′ forever and ain't no denying it
They sliding for nothing, ain′t nobody even outside that need to be fired at
I'm facin' a blunt while I drive, plottin′ on a homicide
I don′t know where my mind at (yeah)
I'm up a new milli′ and ain't even got on my grind yet, for real

Still tryna make new money, I got old money, shit
Like where you find that? (Where you find that?)
Boss shit, whatever number got digits and commas behind that
It don′t even cost shit, cheating your wrist
Wonder why we can't see where your shine at (fuck nigga)
Say you getting money then chasing after hoes is where we find you at
Nigga where your time at?