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PRAY YOU DIE IN SURGERY (Explicit) - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Max Jacobson/Eeti Eratuli
Composed by：George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Max Jacobson/Eeti Eratuli
Yeah yeah yeah mmm
They say
If you ain't cheatin'
You ain't tryin'
The answer that I give you every time
You'd rather me lie
If that's what it take for a fake smile
I'd rather cry
I'd rather cry
Put my pride to the side
It got me worn out and tired
I tell the truth and I'll let you decide
If you stayin' down
It's some sinners that come with mine
Mine
Love me hard 'til we die
Even aftеr this chapter gone
You'll still be minе in the sky
If I go before you though
I hope you use me as a guide
Me as a guide
Tribulations and trials
Tribulations trials
Foreign half to a nine
In these streets I'm a giant
Why my peoples have to be slimes
Why my mama had to die
Ain't get a chance to look
Her youngest grandson in his eye
Why Red leave me behind
You the only reason I tried
Only reason I tried
Why Quan let n***as wreck
His new ride soon as he buy 'em
Lil' Dead took a shot
To his head tryna get high
****
Leaned his seat back too far
It was only one bullet fired
All it took to make us cry
All us shooters need a new drive
Ain't no way they gon' survive
We four cars and deep slimes
Thank whoever who outside
No innocence in my eyes
On God don't be too hard
With your judgement
With your judgement
Then again in this position
How can you judge us
For wakin' up with grudges
Killin' for our loved ones
Killin' for my bro
East side Taliban
Riata Drive to Tubman
Nobody never loved us
Hugged us or gave us nothin'
Deuce deuce rusty get up close
Then slump him
It don't mess with
My conscience Nah **** him
He had it comin'
**** him man
Somethin' out of nothin' hundred
You dice his onions
The king of the jungle
Island ain't nothin' above it
Made men amongst us
Don't go against each other
Wish you took it serious when I told you
I love you
Must've thought I was funny
Like my issues ain't mean nothin'
Instead of uppin' your thumper
In memory of your brother
Memory of your bro
You'd rather call and ask
What the budget
Like it ain't personal
Like I ain't see you cry at his funeral
It wasn't hurtin' you
Like when life gave
You tough pills to swallow
That we wasn't burpin' you
When I done been and not sure
Whoever outside after curfew
Tell my mama I'ma be late to Heaven
'Cause of what I done turned to
Mama
Hurdle after hurdle
Hurdle
Murder after murder
Murder
I be tryin' guard my sister from afar
Nobody hurt her nobody
Kept callin' her phone
Said that I needed her
It was urgent
She let her boyfriend run off
With a quarter-pound of purple
And I was just like twenty
Tryna stack up my first thirty
But I forgive you I don't blame you
You know I'm con game for certain
And they know that we the worst ones
Backdoors and closed curtains
And I wish I knew back then
What them decisions would determine
I don't think I'd change nothin' except
Some deaths that was occurin'
And my heart been hurtin'
And them Perkies wasn't workin'
My son won't do nothin' I did
Let alone worser
Let alone worser
Never'll be a worker
Burglar or a murderer
Or a murderer
Without encouragement
I still came out the thorough list
Jammed in my hand
The last time we met in person
Red in my head
Sayin' every man have a purpose
Soon as you done searchin'
I'ma be in the dark lurkin'
See an island serpent n***a
Tote yeekies in churches
Soon as we load these thirties
Y'all gon' load n***as in hearses
And Dugg don't get 'em furbished
If you change the shape to Hershey
But **** it if it's workin'
No returns on none
Of these purchases
Drench him he was thirsty
May Lord have mercy
Why the boy prayin'
Even after they buried me
Was I wrong to pray that n***as
Died in they surgery
Was I wrong
Was I wrong to cut him off before
I let him murder me
Was I wrong
Am I wrong for lettin'
It still worry me currently
Was I wrong
Am I wrong for tryna get
'Em all 'fore they bury me
Was I wrong to pray that n***as died
In they surgery
Was I wrong to cut him off before
I let him murder me
Am I wrong for lettin'
It still worry me currently
Am I wrong for tryna get
'Em all 'fore they bury me
