Uh, huh Get like this Nigga, when it get like this? I hope you pray for me, uh Yeah, nigga, I hope you pray for me Yo, uh Today I woke up in Hollywood And I cut my phone on before I got the chance to breathe 'Cause I got eighteen hours left And time ain't going any slower and my fate reside inside of the screen I just signed my own Patriot Act So I could have surveillance over what they think of me Mornings designated for black coffee and comparison Woke up cold so I took a warm bath in embarrassment, the perfect symphony It's heaven to my ears in the city of angels Impending doom, the only thing that make sense Addicted so it got my whole chest in a cradle And got me feeling higher than a apex I'm running, I'm running, I'm running The ground too fast for my feet I'm running, I'm running, I'm running And I'm praying that you praying for me, my nigga Yeah, nigga, I hope you pray for me, for me The sunset prettier than it ever really get back home, but I can't enjoy it My demise coming much as I wanna avoid it I got like six hours on this ticking time bomb left Before I morph into nostalgia and a time well spent They'll piece together my potential But they won't know what happened Just that when I sprouted in age my sanity got fractured The difference night and day from when I was filled with passion One hundred miles away from everything they imagined I mean I'm right on time Twenty years old, the real start of his decline I got the chance he should've gotten, I'm a fluke on God Ducking and dodging psychosis got my heartbeat tired So I will follow in His footsteps And chuck my white flag into this warzone quick It's in our DNA, I might as well embrace it On all sides we mourn lives to the same shit Psyche violence, I wouldn't wish on none of my enemies Wouldn't subject you to this fate if you was dead to me Rolled the dice when I moved to Cali if I'm being real The panopticon got smaller than it once appeared Couple that with a fall from grace that's written in my cards And so far down that it leave my ankles wrapped in gauze Ninety percent chance that I never hear applause That was promised to me by strangers way across the pond That is unless y'all niggas pray for me For me For me