Styles P - Keep Praying lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf] Early morning trappin', had to get it all day Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways Daddy said he was coming, and I was waiting all day I got caught up moving rounds, same excuse always It's why I don't trust people, that's how I give it up Nothing come with disappointments when you give a f** Why should He answer my mama prayers When I caused a n***a's mama grief? I'm way too personal for these kinda beats Still young, the hood need us But I'm torn between the life, the sets, and these d** And these groupies and the skeezers The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40 No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus It could be the d**, or the […] You know the friends, the b**hes, man, everything switches Only thing promised is the ditches Either they miss you or good riddance Of course some n***as slippin' with that llama What if that 3AM call was to my mama? Damn… what if that 3AM call was to my mama?! [Hook: Emanny] In and out of the streets Just trying to stay alive Looking up to the sky But you get no reply We keep on praying, oh But ain't nothing changing, no Ain't nothing changing [Verse 2: Styles P] Ain't nothing changing but the drawers and the socks Before rap I was on tour selling rocks My hypeman was a Glock Had to stand nights, but now my nightstand got a watch That these n***as never saw before Like I ain't stick sh**, like I ain't sell raw before My general rank is a five star Always been ready to die, that's why I'm alive, y'all It's old Ghost and young Surf I'm into long money and gunwork Wanna talk funds though? Let me hit the blunt first Say something I don't like, I'll let the gun jerk You push me, I'll pull this sh** Always been an a**hole, but never been full of sh** Thinking about life On some could've/would've/should've sh** Ain't nothing changed, my n***a, how hood is this?! [Hook] [Verse 3: Tsu Surf] I co*k it back and say a prayer Lord, protect me when I ride out Be my eyes while I ride, spell the i's out Remember scheming late, high as hell in the hide-out Now I'm flying planes close enough to see God house I relapsed a little bit In project hallways, in the trap a little bit f** it, keep me motivated Lil n***as see me in the hood That's how they know we made it Hood swag, hood still salute me when I pull past Bought my damn self, Newark playing on full blast Keep praying, I be slacking, grandma picked it up Think I heard a voice, when I saw it wished to lift it up Bloody murder, better him than me ‘Cause me leaving would've just hurt her And we don't need that So I swear I listen, but I still let that thing clap sh**, I still let that thing clap… [Hook]