Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me

I feel like a chip on my shoulders
I feel like I´m losin´ my focus
I feel like I´m losin´ my patience
I feel like my thoughts in the basement
Feel like, I feel like you´re miseducated
Feel like I don´t wanna be bothered
I feel like you may be the problem
I feel like it ain´t no tomorrow, fuck the world
The world is ending, I´m done pretendin´
And fuck you if you get offended
I feel like friends been overrated
I feel like the family been fakin´
I feel like the feelings are changin´
Feel like my daughter compromised and jaded
Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
Feel like I ain´t feelin´ you all
Feel like removin´ myself, no feelings involved
I feel for you, I´ve been in the field for you

It´s real for you, right?
Shit, I feel like—

Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Ain´t nobody prayin´

I feel niggas been out of pocket
I feel niggas tappin´ they pockets
I feel like debated on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y´all is peasants
I feel like all of y´all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin´ a real mic
I ain´t feelin´ your presence
Feel like I´ma learn you a lesson

Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin´ ain´t mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin´ of no hope
The feelin´ of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin´, the feelin´ of false freedom
I´ll force feed ´em the poison that fill ´em up in the prison
I feel like it´s just me
Look, I feel like I can´t breathe
Look, I feel like I can´t sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin´ of fallin´, of fallin´ apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin´ the void of bein´ employed with ballin´
Streets is talkin´, fillin´ the planks with coffins

Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill ´em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin´ what Pac was
The feelin´ of an apocalypse happenin´
But nothin´ is awkward, the feelin´ won´t prosper
The feelin´ is toxic, I feel like I´m boxin´ demons, monsters
False prophets schemin´, sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process

I can put a regime that forms a likeness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say some, I feel like take some
I feel like skatin´ off, I feel like waitin´ for ´em
Maybe it´s too late for ´em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for ´em
But who the fuck prayin´ for me?

Ain´t nobody prayin´ for me
Who prayin´ for me?
Ain´t nobody prayin´