Late To Pray

I've been down on my ass last month, that was since September

Not Knowing how much farther I can go, this music bring you pain

Tell me what's your reason why you leaving me

Got so much love for the gang, they know I love the bros

They the ones that say and blitz when I'm out doing shows

We don't wanna talk nigga, we just want that paper

Never been the type to help no hoe but I might save her

So many rods up in this whip, we might fuck around kill the whole gang

I be high as hell from out the perks , I be thuggin' on my own lane

I be trigger happy tryna catch a body, one eye open, no Illuminati