[Quintana Mills]
Long nights I prayed for this
Quarters, halves, and bricks
Tangled Cuban links
Make sure you put my casket in a Rolls-Royce
When I die, they gon' bury me where the GOATs is
'Cause I would trade it all to get my dog back
Louis boots on me for combat
I prayed for a rifle, got a compact
I prayed for her to leave, but she came right back
So tell me, Lord, if this is what I prayed for, didn't know it'd be so painful
My mistake, I take it all back
[Pressa]
I prayed for her to leave, she came right back
The judge was throwin' elbows, throw 'em right back
I walked into Sony young as fuck, bloody hands, bloody feet
And started leakin' on the contract
Lil' cro in the cemetery with Granddad
I guess that's the place they bury GOATs at
Really got rich off of nah-nah-nah-nah
Used to sleep in the trap and get high off contact
I'm mixin' up Louis with my Chanel kicks
Started buyin' acres on the mountain
Still got wolves to feed in the forest
My lil' baby nine and so gorgeous, I never could abort it
Lil' crodie on your block, he tryna crash out, kamikaze
She fuckin' with Pressa, got it tatted on her body
She from MTL and I call her my lil' dolly
My bands can't fold, baby, this ain't origami
[Pressa]
Louis boots just for the combat
I prayed for a rifle, got a compact
I prayed for you to leave, you came right back to me
If the letter came from Press, would you write back to me?
[Quintana Mills]
Long nights I prayed for this
Quarters, halves, and bricks
Tangled Cuban links
Make sure you put my casket in a Rolls-Royce
When I die, they gon' bury me where the GOATs is
'Cause I would trade it all to get my dog back
Louis boots on me for combat
I prayed for a rifle, got a compact
I prayed for her to leave, but she came right back
So tell me, Lord, if this is what I prayed for, didn't know it'd be so painful
My mistake, I take it all back
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