LYRICS I'm gettin wavy... I'm gettin Faded Gettin money and fuckin bitches niggas hate it... Erday I gotta deal wit this jealousy I ain't no DJ but these niggas Envy me Say a prayer for me, say a prayer for me Or don't your choice Hold up lil nigga I'll smack dat bullshit out yo voice The rap game fallin... I guess I gotta b da hoist I'm a be dat nigga dat keep des bitches moist I got way too many problems an I kno my 9 can solve em Yea I'm at ya head, 911 or Jesus, pick 1 u betta call em I'm ballin like Harden in des streets, spotem gotem Masked up wit an alibi nobody know who shot em Pistols popin, like Orville Redenbacher Midnight in all black, hit em in his charka