Ransom - Pray For Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Got the ghetto in my heart every time that I spit it Walk it like I talk it, this is how I'm living Still on the block, dwelling with my n***as We don't got no job, selling dope be our business Lord be my witness, trying to get a million Flushing everything if they run inside my building n***as steady snitching b**hes steady riffing Raffing, until I start clapping, I'm itching I'm so Cal Cals under my white tee when I walk out n***as be hating, I don't trust smiles Me and Ransom representing the same struggle In the gutter it's all about money and muscle Feds don't want to see us free They got us under surveillance like TMZ, yeah It's Jay Rock, I be these streets I promise to keep it real 'til I D-I-E, yeah [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] I was on the block, ducking, running from cops On the corner slanging the rock (Mama she used to pray for me) Now I'm on top, pulling up in the drop Saying peace to hip-hop (Cause it made a way for me) I struggled way before I got on So I gotta put my struggle in song (I guess this was my destiny) Came a long way, I'm here to stay [Verse 2: Ransom] We all came from the gutter Say we ball free, living by the name of my brother Put the cane in the cubbard Childhood scars from the pain that we suffered Mom dukes always tried to raise us above it Pop dukes always tried to claim that he loved us Now we blaming each other Got my brain from my mother You can't judge a book by the grain of its cover Or the name, or the color I sold d** to my n***a Pop So you know the devil's on my side when I hit the block So you shouldn't be surprised when I get the guap Flip the rock, watch the water bubble when it hit the pot A fiend died last night, time to switch the tops If you don't know what time it is you better fix your clock Now we're not even surprised when the pistol pop We don't even move, know the rules never snitch to cops I just spent my whole life trying to make it out Dreaming of a check, in a Lex, throwing paper out They're trying to break the house Got to go the safest route Not a blind date, but these apes trying to take me out I used to be a nobody from the projects Now my projects got me flyer than a co*kpit I used to cop bricks, loading up Glock clips Now I'm in the drop picks, talking about stock tips Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating I ain't filthy rich, but I got imagination It's my year to eat and I got a platter waiting Sharks in the water, I sort of got them salivating I'm living a life considered a price My past years could've had me up in prison for life I am the, tip of the ice, division of christ This duffle bag red n***a, just admit it I'm nice (and um..) [Hook]