(Intro)
Luminati
Hashtag no label, just us
Nixxa believe it
Im on the streets
My team elite
You know we certified


(1st Verse)
Out of sight
Out of mind
But they still wanna know me
Where im from
Whats my race
Nutso keep it real homie (who cares)
Fuck your feelings
Every hood
Got killers
Pill poppers and sinner
Young thots and them hitters
Its a cold world
I stay bundled up in my prime
The music industry
Will have you breaking family ties
(Dont ask me why)
I walk with a chip in my shoulder
It aint easy, staccin chips for this rover
This lifestyle overwhelmin
Haters take a seat
Just be aware the headshot
Like abe on that balcony
Dont be afraid to speak your mind
When you see the grind
Im on the streets
My team elite
You know we certified
Couple real niggas
The rest I cant trust them
My mans baby momma want me
But I cant fuck her
Loyalty is everything
Niggas ask about me
Dont gotta prove nothin
To yah motherfuckers watchin

(Chorus)
People hate to see you good
Only pray for the worse
Dont want to see me on a yatch
They rather see me in the hurse
Ridin slow
Pray for me (Dont be afraid)
Ohh lawd pray for me
They want me to slip in the clip in
And the mac start spittin
Catch a couple bodies
Spend my whole life in prison
Pray for me, pray for me
Ohh lawd (Dont be afraid)
Ohh lawd pray for me

(2nd Verse)
Only one life
Becareful of the choices you make
God is watchin
And the devil gon eat off the plate
Time to stur up the hate
Man I just cant relate
With these background niggas
Always tryin to debate
Whos better
Whos realier
Did you buy the mixtape
Man exactly
Now you know why im outta state
Overseas even
They rep nutso
Call season
Vinyl cd gets spins in all regions
Hashtag no label, Just us
Nigga believe it
2019 gettin paid for all features
The more states
More scrilla
More leeches
More hatin
More heaters
No sleepin
This the life I chose
So I gotta eat it
Im still breathin
They hale in the hood
Hot summer evenin

(Outro chorus)
Ridin slow
Pray for me (Dont be afraid)
Ohh lawd pray for me
People hate to see you good
Only pray for the worse
Dont want to see me on a yatch
They rather see me in the hurse
Ridin slow
Pray for me (Dont be afraid)
Ohh lawd pray for me
They want me to slip in the clip in
And the mac start spittin
Catch a couple bodies
Spend my whole life in prison
Pray for me, pray for me
Ohh lawd (Dont be afraid)
Ohh lawd pray for me