Danny B. - PrayForMyCity (Prod. KreativeVillains) Lyrics

I'm gods angel
This gods gift
A wordsmith
No Bruce Wayne
These skills can't be purchased
My pen game on cocain
I work wrists
I go sick when I pop corks and sip fifths
Nerd from a city where dope boys and thots chill
Smell of paper mills, make me wanna get paper still
Stay 10 toes
Because If not
Might lose limbs
But make it out that rubble the bluff only produce gems
I wanna be one of the greatest shawty
S/O Tim
And date Ms. Nia Long, My love Jones
S/O Jim
Jumping through hoops for these star'd roofs and Yeezy boosts
Used to want a Yeezy boost, But now I'm cool as Yeezy too
Child you a rose
Don't let concrete beat you
Lil homie, you a soldier
Don't let just streets teach you
Dream about it, pray about it
Work till ya breakthrough
Show you, Grow you, Teach you
Baby that's what mistakes do

Man pray for my city
They get to litty
They run up in yo crib and shots ain't shot at yo ceiling
Youngins prolly catch a case before they start catching feelings
Where it's only a few choices, either Tyson or dealing
I'm yelling "Pray for my city!"
They get to litty
They all trying to turn all they 10s into 20s
Then they trying to turn all they 20s to 50s
Imagine what they'll do to upgrade that to benjies

I'm yelling "Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"

Aye, Baby steps count for something
Can't go from crawling to jumping
Remember having nothing
I ain't complacent with something
I want to be the flyest I ain't complacent with jumping
I want to be LeBron
I ain't complacent with Shumping

I be yelling "Bless Up!"
Until my cup it overflow
Trying to make it to the top
You know we started from the flow
We can clean this mess up
We can start today with go
Leave them haters in the dust
Cuz they only blowing smoke
I see us shining
The city might just have rougher diamonds
It's getting brighter
No eclipse
It's all aligning
A rolex on GODs wrist
That's perfect timing

Man pray for my city
They get to litty
They run up in yo crib and shots ain't shot at yo ceiling
Youngins prolly catch a case before they start catching feelings
Where it's only a few choices, either Tyson or dealing
I'm yelling "Pray for my city!"
They get to litty
They all trying to turn all they 10s into 20s
Then they trying to turn all they 20s to 50s
Imagine what they'll do to upgrade that to benjies

I'm yelling "Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"
"Pray for my city!"