Dark Sky Transition Lyrics

Father pray for me

Father pray for me

Show me the light (father pray for me)

Lift me to the skies (pray for me!)

Uh, It's been a while, since I believe that I'm ready to die

Feels like the matrix, this life we living is a lie

I had to close my eyes and I had to pray to God

Dropped on my two knees, and pray to god my souls to fly, fly, fly

Up to the mighty paradise

Insomnia, deep thoughts at night I cannot close my eyes

As I'm looking side to side, feeling trapped inside a crime

I can't clear my mind, it's like I'm chased by my demise

I was told, blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers

So if I feel for you, then imma be your Mona Lisa

I can be tender, even though I'm labeled to be sicker than the Joker

I guess if I die the world will be better

Soon as I heard the beat, knew I had to bring the Stunna

Back from retirement like my name is "Money Mayweather"

They all follow the wave 'cause they know it's getting bigger

Like L, Pun and Notorious Poppa, better get the bigger picture

It was meant to be

Stand the fuck up and say welcome back to Stunna P

Linked with Xu, in the stu, spitting out the V

scheming with the crew, ballin' out and rolling deep

I found back my groove, I done lost my patience

All this time my pen been itching, I could not stay latent

All this time I've been fighting against my inspiration

All this time I've been looking for a source of motivation

Now I'm back, and I'm better, I'm going harder

And my flow is nicer, and my rhymes is sharper, and my barz is higher, and I still deliver

The best punchlines in the game I'm even meaner

Working like I'm broke, eating like a bitch that's skinny

Now I'm ballin' the hardaway, like my name is Penny

Now my rocket is taking off like Hakeem and Kenny

Now a brother's got a range like baby Keem and Kenny

Uh, basketball bars, comeback season for that starting spot, Ricky Rubio

Winning record drawing plays like Pop, San Antonio

Hurricane Rana jumping from the top, Rey Mysterio

And there we go, and there we go

They bragging bout that wit like I ain't friends with jibrilnextdoor

Neighborhood of drip and I got Jibril living next door

Never bring a knife onto a muthafucking gun fight

Chop 'em up like Tay Roc, then I hit 'em with the "that's light!"