[Verse 1] My nigga we get turnt up Live inside this moment I'm on another planet, I digested serotonin Blowin' hydroponic my nigga fuck my opponents Pass out way too fuckin' late and wake up early in the mornin' I'm acting out my fears, but on these symphonies I'm blackin' Cause how could I be sober and deal with all these distractions? That’s just how the fuck I do it Get hype and lose control It's a optical illusion if you find a nicer flow I'm going ham Bitch I'm going ham If you don’t like it, you don’t fuckin' understand nigga, damn nigga Wait 'til the day I got some money in my jeans My whole clique up in this club look like we on a fuckin' team Or like we own a team, that’s Mark Cuban money But I just want that I'm the Dictator of Cuba money I'm 'bout to get it muthafuck who said I couldn’t So show me all the money my nigga that’s Cuba Gooding huh?
[Chorus] Pray to god, pray to god, pray to god Pray to god, pray to god, pray to god, pray to god I, I I pray to god that my soul don’t lose, that my soul don’t lose, that my soul don’t lose I pray to god that my soul don’t lose, that my soul don’t lose, that my soul don’t lose
[Verse 2:] My nigga I just wake up, get baked to make it back up Back demons into corners, give me strength to make it back up To where I was whenever in early 2011 when all the critics was lovin' it, tried to cop a percentage, ho Random cities full of bitches who gon' feel me, let me feel em up and puff on marijuana from a philly, ho Nights is fuckin' crazy I write some ill shit daily Lights is trippy, mood was wavy, bitches went, now niggas goin HAM For Krewella That’s my family, those my niggas, man they bout to tour Europe And everything that they doin', is everything that I shoulda Shoulda blew up, shoulda made it, I keep on hearin' I coulda And my time is comin' up, never runnin' out of time I ain't runnin' out of nothin', but my muthafuckin mind When I'm trippin' I'm crazy nigga listen Been through a bunch of bullshit That’s why my new shit sound kinda different nigga uh