Pray I Win

1-8 I know they want me to lose So I been praying I win I took them losses before but I won't take em again Found out the love was hate I won't mistake it again Brodie shoot like he Curry but he don't aim at a rim I had a couple people cross me Watching my back when new ones come around, it's exhausting Bitches know I'm the ticket, they fake it like they all in You might just drown if you step in the drip, Ouu I'm saucing My niggas roll all they problems in backwoods, it won't solve it They just tryna numb the pain Cut her off she f*ck with lames Had to fall back from the hood cause i wanted change Wanna cop my mom a crib, I don't really want a chain Grew up in the trenches, I saw shit that I ain't wanna see Grandpa and Eisha died, got this feeling they took some of me I never cap in my rap, I never been a wanna be But brodie got them sticks, man, we ain't rumbling Bring that thunder in Beam on a glizzy Ou, you ain't runnin' then Niggas steady counting favors, I don't want nothing from them Certain lines I won't cross, even though I wanna win That shit I stand on People I loved did me the worst, still tried to hang on Bra come down the lane like Bron, I get you banged on She keep on talking 'bout the past, she know that flame gone I wanted me a big amount My big brothers did the streets, so I had to take a different route I feel like the man now, I just pull up and I pick em out She was stingy with that pussy, I bet I can hit it now She kept talking bout her friend, I bet that she'll bring her now You can't cuff on 1-8, cause I know you been around The love I had for you expired I was growing tired Found out you done put on mileage And I couldn't handle that Acting like you for the streets, so i had to hand you back That's all facts Do what? To who? Man, that's all cap Them shooters camp outside yo crib in all black Momma said, "Never get even, baby boy, fall back" My ego be tripping, we catch em slipping Get his skull cracked Hit up bitches that wouldn't call back She want the old vibes, but she know she lost that Niggas say they got me, I don't know if you gon' bust I don't know if you with us He keep talking tough, but I know his shooters bluff I try showing love to niggas and they tried to fake it on me I try showing love to bitches and they end up changing on me Then they tried to blame it on me I couldn't make it out the storm, it just kept on raining on me Tried to do this on my own, it put too much damage on me 1-8 use to work for pussy Now she rapping all my songs, now-a-days they hand it to me Call you when I feel alone, how the hell you vanish on me I don't throw shots in my songs Shooter walked down hand it to him I've been praying I win I've been praying I win I know they want me to lose But I've been praying I win I know they want me to lose But I've been praying I win I've been praying I win I've been