Pray 2 the Dope
Maxo Kream Lyrics

D.A. got the dope (hey)
The prosecution team has the illegal drugs (heroin, cocaine, etc.)

My choppa got the scope (hey)
My firearm has a telescopic sight attached to it for accuracy while firing

I'm working mixing coke (hey)
I'm involved in the illegal drug trade and am currently mixing cocaine

I put my faith in God
I have a belief in God and rely on Him

But now I'm losing hope
I'm becoming hopeless

So I'ma pray to that dope
I'm going to turn to drugs as my solution

Put my faith in my work
I believe in my drug trade work as a way to succeed

I thank the Lord for my blessing
I'm grateful for what I have

Lord knows it could be worse
I acknowledge that things could be worse for me

I got some niggas in the pen
I have friends in prison

I got some niggas on the shirt
I have friends who have died and are memorialized on a shirt

Lord knows I been stressin'
I've been very stressed

I'm just tryna make it work
I'm just trying to make things work

Stretchin' mollies, cutting percs
I'm diluting my drugs (molly or ecstasy and Percocet) to make them go further

Father God, I been losing faith, everyday it hurts
Dear God, I'm struggling with my faith and it pains me every day

Before I pray at the church, I put my faith in my work
Before going to church to pray, I put my trust in my illegal activity

I hit my plug for the work, he said he dry, it really hurt
I contacted my drug supplier for more drugs, but he doesn't have any, which is disappointing

Ain't got no weed, got no perc, ain't got no lean, got no syrup
I have no marijuana, Percocet, codeine, or promethazine with codeine syrup

I'm like damn, golly, I can't even serve a quarter
I can't even sell drugs in small quantities

Told my patients keep their patience, right now my trap out of order
I told my drug customers to be patient, but currently my drug-selling business is not functioning properly

All my smokers need they weed, all my snorters need they yola
All my customers need their drugs

All the crackheads gettin' grouchy, all the shermheads want they water
My crack cocaine customers are becoming agitated, and those who smoke PCP laced with formaldehyde want their water to drink

I had a job at Panera Bread, I took that work to work
I had a job at the Panera Bread restaurant, but I brought my drugs to sell while working there

I was sellin' niggas bagels, I was sellin' niggas percs
I was selling customers bagels and Percocet

I quit my job, had to juug and rob
I quit my job to steal and commit crimes

Pray to God, but it ain't work
I'm praying to God, but it's not working

I try to work but it ain't work
I try to make an honest living, but it's not working

So I'm workin' with that work
So I turn to my drug trade work

Sleepin' on the floor, and started kicking doors
I'm sleeping on the floor and resorting to breaking into homes

I ain't had nowhere to go, no food or clothes
I have nowhere to go and no food or clothes

Prayed to God, but nobody knows
I prayed to God, but it seems like nobody knows or cares about my struggles

Hey, get the plug on the phone, he got the dope
Hey, call my drug supplier, he has the drugs

D.A. think they got a case, but I'ma make 'em work
The prosecution team thinks they have a case against me, but I'm going to give them a hard time

Fuck the D.A., fuck the state, fuck the judge and county clerk
I feel negatively towards the prosecution team, the state, the judge, and the county clerk

Had to get it out the mud, mix the water with the dirt
I had to start from nothing and work hard to get what I have

I'm not a middleman or plug, I got water, I got percs
I'm not just a middleman in the drug trade, I also have diluted drugs

I got molly, I got syrup, I got rounds, I got pounds
I have different drugs, including ecstasy, codeine/promethazine, ammunition, and large amounts of illegal drugs

From the ghetto to the bird, shipped and pounds to your town
I'm transporting large amounts of illegal drugs from a poor area to a wealthier area

I can send 'em on the plane, I can send 'em on a (?)
I can send the drugs by airplane or possibly a boat (unclear from the lyrics)

Before ship 'em off, I pray, I got faith they touchin' down
Before sending off the drugs, I pray that they make it safely to their destination

It's a struggle to survive, we out here dodging them peoples
Life is difficult, and we're avoiding the authorities

Pops locked back up in county, he was swipin' them visas
My dad is in jail for credit card fraud

Southwest Alief Groove a struggle, with my sister, three brothers
It's difficult living in the Southwest Alief neighborhood with my four siblings

We shared our shoes and shared the room, we slept on floors and shade covers
We had to share shoes and a room, and sometimes we had to sleep on floors or make-shift shelter

I used to dream I made the league and called plays in the huddle
I used to dream of playing professional football and calling plays with the team

But reality for me was heatin' stank servin' Cluckers
But reality for me was heating up and selling cold chicken at a fast food restaurant

Mama told me, keep my faith, but now I'm losing hope
My mom told me to keep believing, but I'm losing hope

So I'ma pray to the dope, put my faith in the work
So I'm going to turn to drugs as my solution and believe in my illegal activity