The Game - Pray For the Weak lyrics

[Intro] Lord Sear on the 1's & 2's Harlem World standup!! [Verse 1: Ransom] Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins In this world that'll celebrate when the haters win When on the cusp to greatness don't get accustom to making friends Momma told me the sh*t that makes a man is to make amends Was never into all the latest trends Now my weight is thin But sh*t, You judge a picture if you gone break the lens Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats Cause sonically i'm like Socratеs on the crowded streets The Gil Scot Hеron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence Everything that i write is fire and eloquent You ni**as gone notice when you inspired for relevance A different Man but will still sent killers inside your residence (Blaat) Just tap my Shoulder when its getting realer Give 10 to Sheila cause she come from a place the fiends can Outlive the dealers You don't know the half of it Waving sticks like a magic tricks Get half the clip I ain't never been on no rapper sh*t! [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you 12 days to repeat I said These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you 12 days to repeat [Verse 2: The Game] Lounging in this Maybach.... twisting the wood Im good i wish you well same time as i wish you would Just got off the phone with Suge Reflecting about some past sh*t Death Row Aftermath sh*t Conversations be classic Keep the 22 unplastic cause drama be everlasting Money sew up and plastered In the walls In the mattress If i ever got to cut it open That mean i walked in the crib Holdin my arm limping with my gun smokin Revelations of the Last Days vibing to the Fugees Rubbing on this chick booty while dumping sh*t in this ashtray It feels good just to be living your wildest dreams ni**a Walking around the Hamptons in Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers I did my dirt got out the mud my triple beam dippin ni**as sleep in the trap like they brought a pint of lean with them From that to this washing my own Maybach and sh*t Reminiscing when I ain't even had a pack to flip [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you 12 days to repeat I said These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you 12 days to repeat [Verse 3 : Rome Streetz] Aiyo, They say the truth is hard to swallow like a large pill They'll get a man hit yous a b*tch! Look how they charge bills Smack the sh*t out of Satan with a hand full of God's Will Im on point when yo handshake come with a odd feel They love the weak off the chart They disregard skill Before i had a A&R, i had a razor to crave crills Envision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal Getting ghetto divas now my broad wear Dior heels Play grimey blocks with Glocks stash by the car wheel Curb served in the suburbs my pockets all filled If you ain't strip of the fire don't let the Devil in Keep him in the hole he pop up hit his head with 10 No friend! I was doley when it was dark & cold Weak ni**as thirsty for a deal but it don't cross yo soul Mommy told me "Shine your melanin is worth more than gold" The game's sick this is medicine in the form of flows No chips for the tentative the fortune is only for the bold Knew i'll be that ni**a way before i had my fortune told [Chorus: Ransom] These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach Writing scriptures that'll take you 12 days to repeat I said These ghetto street gospels (Yes!) Food for the soul Turn street ni**as into apostles You Need me and i got you ( I got you) Don't brace for defeat Just keep your place on your feet So you can pray for the weak And be my prey for the weak (lets go) Disciples that'll hold a 12 gauge when they preach