Pray & Pattern

And I love them all the same though
Help me on my feet when I was way low
Ain’t gonna speak about they know
Thank God I got Jesus who protect me
From all the enemies who hide in plain clothes
I don’t want corn to flour the main road
I don’t want beef with no potatoes
Man can tell me nothing about taking L’s
But this year will soon replace those
I can never make fuss
It’s only God that can elevate us
If one day you’re on the mandem bus
Don’t get in confused the reason ain’t us
We put the work in late night lurking
Still pray cause nothing ain’t certain
Man call me A-town cause I never lay down
I can’t sleep if the birds ain’t chirping
Ah oh, I was in the night
I was trying to play it cool now I’m on the hype
Little man prolly thought that I’m finna pass
Cause I bring them old school powers on the mic
Grew up in a place where cowards wanna fight
I was on the sideline I was tryna write
Difficult to live right when you’re in the dark
But I see fruit that now I’m in the light, it’s calm
Let them ring the alarm, it’s calm
Let them bring through the arms, it’s calm
I don’t understand how you are, this calm
Tell a man chill let me spark, this song
Trust me I’ve been to dramas
But ain’t no man taking me off this path
Oceans thrown in my way, will part
Moses flow when he raised this staff
Bros on the road said he rate this dog
Wholes in my clothes I ain’t A-list dog
Still man serving an amazing God
Hope they know who I made this for
Bruised through, man I got pains and scars
Fruit tunes, imma take of march
Got a phone call from a few weeks back
Said his don, he could be facing charge
Still got heart
Nights I was paid with a curry and a Mars
Show some respect I been studying my craft
I ain’t being funny when I tell 'em pay the money in advance
Nah, me and my buddies going odd
See me on the road looking like I’m mad bummy but I’m calm
Man can’t tell about a
the same bar till I’m at the 29th draft
I’m tryna be the head of my class
So I pray hard don’t care by the man who might laugh
And they can’t tell me bout scars
Anytime I touch mic I ain’t scared to tell 'em my past
I’ll never shy away from it
Every day took a page from it
Feeling brave come and say something
Last time I checked, the real got respect
But I guess nowadays we don’t rate nothing
Wanna know how we make this happen
It’s no secret pray then pattern
They wanna box like
For big rings like Drake consigning
But they ain’t like that since me and the mandem linked up
All the fake ones scattered
Everyday make bangers
Say what matters
Big work rate, no slackers
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
We pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
We pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pattern up, pray
Pattern up, pray
Prayer works out some day (ay)