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D.A. got that dope

D.A. got the dope (hey)
My choppa got the scope (hey)
I'm working mixing coke (hey)
I put my faith in God
But now I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that dope
Put my faith in my work
I thank the Lord for my blessing
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some niggas in the pen
I got some niggas on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies, cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work

Father God, I been losing faith, everyday it hurts
Before I pray at the church, I put my faith in my work
I hit my plug for the work, he said he dry, it really hurt
Ain't got no weed, got no perc, ain't got no lean, got no syrup
I'm like damn, golly, I can't even serve a quarter
Told my patients keep their patience, right now my trap out of order
All my smokers need they weed, all my snorters need they yola
All the crackheads gettin' grouchy, all the shermheads want they water
I had a job at Panera Bread, I took that work to work
I was sellin' niggas bagels, I was sellin' niggas percs
I quit my job, had to juug and rob
Pray to God, but it ain't work
I try to work but it ain't work
So I'm workin' with that work
Sleepin' on the floor, and started kicking doors
I ain't had nowhere to go, no food or clothes
Prayed to God, but nobody knows
Hey, get the plug on the phone
He got the dope

D.A. got the dope (hey)
My choppa got the scope (hey)
I'm working mixing coke (hey)
I put my faith in God
But now I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that dope
Put my faith in my work
I thank the Lord for my blessing
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some niggas in the pen
I got some niggas on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies, cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work

D.A. think they got a case
But I'ma make 'em work
F*ck the D.A., f*ck the state
F*ck the judge and county clerk
Had to get it out the mud
Mix the water with the dirt
I'm not a middleman or plug
I got water, I got percs
I got molly, I got syrup
I got rounds, I got pounds
From the ghetto to the bird
Shipped and pounds to your town
I can send 'em on the plane
I can send 'em on a (?)
Before ship 'em off, I pray
I got faith they touchin' down

It's a struggle to survive, we out here dodging them peoples
Pops locked back up in county, he was swipin' them visas
Southwest Alief Groove a struggle, with my sister, three brothers
We shared our shoes and shared the room, we slept on floors and shade covers
I used to dream I made the league and called plays in the huddle
But reality for me was heatin' stank servin' Cluckers
Mama told me, keep my faith, but now I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to the dope, put my faith in the work

D.A. got the dope (hey)
My choppa got the scope (hey)
I'm working mixing coke (hey)
I put my faith in God
But now I'm losing hope
So I'ma pray to that dope
Put my faith in my work
I thank the Lord for my blessing
Lord knows it could be worse
I got some niggas in the pen
I got some niggas on the shirt
Lord knows I been stressin'
I'm just tryna make it work
Stretchin' mollies, cutting percs
I'm just workin' with my work

Adrienne Erin Byrne, David D. A. Doman, Emekwanem Biosah

The duration of Pray 2 the Dope is 3:32 minutes and seconds.