She Belongs to Pray

Forbidden love is always sweeter when you gotta sneak, cover up, and move in silence. Add in the streets and the stakes rise. There’s rules and levels in the game but that don’t apply to a nigga like me. Not Pray. I take what I want, and Iceland? She’s my forbidden fruit. I wasn’t supposed to be with shorty, but I won’t let her go. We toxic as hell tho, teasin’, fightin’, fussin’, and get backs, all leadin’ to me blowin’ her back out and remindin’ her who’s in control of our situation. Even when she wanted to hate a nigga, I wouldn’t let that be possible. The only issue was her family and the life I live. But between them and these niggas, it’s war ova what’s mine, and I’m standin’ on that. So when I told shorty I might have to make her family bleed, you know what she said to me with a smile? “Do what you need to do.” And with that being said, it’s up behind my Ice baby. Pray don’t let up.