Meek Mill - Pray for 'Em lyrics

[Intro] DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro Free El Chapo! [Verse 1] f** your b**h, get a bag from her, then I never call her Now she trippin', goin' crazy, n***a tell her let up off us OGs see me comin' through and they say, "That's a baller" That's that n***a really started from the bottom really in that order Make a call, bring them plans down Smokin' loud like surround sound n***as wanna come around now Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now Put my mask on, put the crown down Tell 'em turn up When it come to action, n***as ride with me Screamin' murder n***as fallin' off, b**hes fallin' through Callin' plays like an audible Get that money, what you oughta do Need the plug, got them n***as callin' too Put you on, n***a, put you on, I can put you on What you doin', n***a, what you doin', n***a, what you doin'? Get the bag but don't write triller You around cause you paid n***as In the dark when we spray n***as When we run into you, we ain't playin' with you Meek put a rapper on CNN n***as said I wouldn't eat again I just counted 5 mil' in cash I'm a real n***a they won't see again [Hook] Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the s**as that wanted me dead Cause all of 'em dead! f** 'em [Verse 2] People locked me, put them chains on me Wonder why I got these chains on me Audemars, I got a range on me sh** a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me What's your range, homie? This another level Flood the Rollie, get another bezel She don't dig me, get another shovel Go and get the money, we don't ever settle Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn n***as prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop sh**, damn Only trap n***a doin' real numbers spittin' hot sh** n***as hatin' cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50? 20 somethin', I did 250 MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy Pop n***as spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, f**in' b**hes ain't new to me Summers, summers 10 summers I've been at my tempo like I'm Mustard At the Grammys with the hustlers With the trappin', you a busta Spillin' lean on the red carpet Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin' Still trappin' out the bando Moonwalkin' on that damn marble Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden I don't drive it if it ain't foreign I don't f** it if it ain't foreign Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', n***a gettin' it Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it [Hook] Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the s**as that wanted me dead Cause all of 'em dead! f** 'em [Outro] Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden I don't drive it if it ain't foreign I don't f** it if it ain't foreign Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', n***a gettin' it Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it