Nobody Pray For Me Even A Day For Me Lyrics

Nobody Pray For Me Even A Day For Me Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar. Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances.

Nobody Pray For Me Even A Day For Me Lyrics

Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a ni^^a with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your a^^ the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pu^^y good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know
[Chorus]
Bi^^h, be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bi^^h, sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Lil’ Bi^^h, hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bi^^h, sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Lil’ Bi^^h, hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who that ni^^a thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the f^^k off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f^^k off my d^^k, that ain’t right
I make a play f^^king up your whole life
I’m so f^^kin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like a^^ with some stretch marks
Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a ni^^a, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest ni^^a after all

[Chorus]
Bi^^h, be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bi^^h, sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Lil’ Bi^^h, hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bi^^h, sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ Bi^^h)
Be humble (Lil’ Bi^^h, hol’ up, Bi^^h)
Sit down (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

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