Praying

Yo, yeah

Shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts

Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with

Prayin' with the same hands that

I touch drugs with

Yeah, remember days in the lobby

Now I'm hittin' curbs

Spillin' drinks in the Ferrari

Boy, I done fucked half the

Bitches in this party

Got drunk and let a artist

Draw pictures on my body

Chains over necks, rocks dancin' over gold

Still with the shit

Gave my wife up for these hoes

You gotta understand

The highs comes with the lows

You gotta stand up

This life comes with a code

Pulled up to the spot

I'm with Capo and The Butcher

Give it here, let me cut these bricks

I'm a butcher

Couple niggas that I didn't kill

But I shoulda

Couple bitches that I didn't kill

But I coulda

Shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts

Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with

Prayin' with the same hands that

I touch drugs with

Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'

Claimin' Blood with

Runnin' through the lobby

Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'

But a nigga really loved it

Prayin' with the same hands that

I bang Blood with

The game up and down, so the runs be periodic

Tryna stuff a world record

In these Amiri pockets

You're curious about me

Urus coppin' and jewelry shoppin'

I made that white girl fly like Mary Poppins

Niggas tellin' me I made it, and I be like

"How so?"

Crazy shit, I really did, I be in denial

Though 'Cause it was hard to smile broke

Now I'm up and my whole town know

I keep a shooter like John Malvo

Changed people life around me

And a few of 'em

Only sit and talk about the shit

That I ain't do for 'em

Independent, I jumped in

This business maneuverin'

Niggas from my era, rich, dead or Uberin'

NBA, NFL endorsements, I'm clearin' 'em

Still talkin' is heroin to corporate America

Ah shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

Prayin' with the same hands that

I touched drugs with, ah

Shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts

Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with

Prayin' with the same hands that

I touch drugs with

Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'

Claimin' Blood with

Runnin' through the lobby

Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'

But a nigga really loved it

Prayin' with the same hands that

I bang Blood with

Just left the jeweler

I was checkin' on my water bill

Wrist like eighty and my neck

Like a quarter mill' jets to Miami

But we landed out in Lauderdale

Cold nigga, if you shook my hand

You woulda caught a chill

Like you stuck your hand in a freezer

We could make a hundred off dust

That we cram in the freezer

Now the wrist like Christmas, like, damn

Ebenezer tell the pilot I changed my mind

We might land in Ibiza

I just bought another house

That's a million and some change

But I still run around with

Them killers in the Range

I refuse to ever let these suckers

Ever kill me in this game

I got deals in the 'caine

That I really can't explain

So in the words of the immaculate East 30

When the times get rough

You gotta keep sturdy

And little niggas think they tough

You gotta keep thirty

And my plug, he don't know English

But he speak birdie and now I'm in a heist

While I'm crunchin' numbers

Hollow in the nights, all the drunken summers

But two friends of mine just

Died in the same week

That means two mothers

They just cried in the same week

I guess we all waitin' for our day to come

Hey, God, don't judge me for every time I

Had to wave a gun

Old times ain't go for all my prior crimes

And all the watches that I brought

I couldn't buy me time

We was bringin' coke through the

Port back in '99

When I die, tell 'em check the raps, bitch

Every line for line

Shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

I'm prayin' with the same hands

That I sold drugs with

Shout out to the niggas that I

Got it out the mud with

Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts

Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with

Prayin' with the same hands that

I touch drugs with

Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'

Claimin' Blood with

Runnin' through the lobby

Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'

But a nigga really loved it

Prayin' with the same hands that

I bang Blood with