Pray For the Weak

DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos

Harlem World, stand up!

Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins

In this world that'll celebrate

When the haters win

When on the cusp of greatness

Don't get accustomed to making friends

Momma told me the shit that makes

A man is to make amends

Was never into all the latest trends

Now my weight is thin but shit

You can't judge a picture if

You gon' break the lens lay a gem

Drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats

Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates

On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of

Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence

Everything that I write is fire and eloquent

You niggas gon' notice when

You inspired for relevance

A different man but still'll send

Killers inside your residence (Blatt)

Just tap my shoulder when

It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila

'Cause she come from a place the

Fiends can outlive the dealers

You don't know the half of it

Waving sticks like a magic trick

Get half the clip

I ain't never been on no rapper shit

These ghetto street gospels

(Yes) , food for the soul

Turn street niggas to apostles

You need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat

Just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and

Be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve

Gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you

Twelve days to repeat

I said these ghetto street gospels

(Yes) , food for the soul

Turn street niggas to apostles

You need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat

Just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and

Be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve

Gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you

Twelve days to repeat

Lounging in this Maybach, twisting a 'Wood

I'm good

I wish you well same time as I wish you would

Just got off the phone with Suge

Reflecting 'bout some past shit

Death Row, Aftermath shit

Conversations be classic

Keep the 22 on plastic

'cause drama be everlasting

Money sewed up and plastered in the walls

In the mattress if I ever gotta cut it open

That mean I walked in the crib

Holdin' my arm

Limpin' with my gun smokin'

Revelations of the last days

Vibing to the Fugees

Rubbing on this chick booty while

Dumping shit in this ashtray

It feels good just to be

Living your wildest dreams, nigga

Walking 'round the Hamptons in

Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers

I did my dirt, got out the mud

My triple beam tippin'

Niggas sleep in the trap like they brought

A pint of lean with 'em from that to this

Washing my own Maybach and shit

Reminiscing back when I ain't even

Had a pack to flip

These ghetto street gospels

(Yes) , food for the soul

Turn street niggas to apostles

You need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat

Just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and

Be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve

Gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you

Twelve days to repeat

I said these ghetto street gospels

(Yes) , food for the soul

Turn street niggas to apostles

You need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat

Just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and

Be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve

Gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you

Twelve days to repeat

Ayo, they say the truth is hard

To swallow like a large pill

To get a man hit, use a bitch

Look how they charged Bill

Smack the shit out of Satan with

A hand full of God's will

I'm on point when yo' handshake

Come with a odd feel

They love that we off the chart

They disregard skill before I had a A&R

I had a razor to carve krills

And vision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal

Thinking ghetto divas

Now my broad wear Dior heels

Play grimy blocks with Glocks stashed

By the car wheel curb served in the suburbs

My pockets all filled

If you ain't fit for the fire

Don't let the Devil in

Keep him in the hole

He pop up then hit his head with 10

No friend

I was doley when it was dark and cold

Weak niggas thirsty for a deal

But it'll cost yo' soul

Mommy told me, "Shine

Your melanin is worth more than gold"

The game sick

This is medicine in the form of flows

No chips for the timid

The fortune's only for the bold

Knew I'll be that nigga way before

I had my fortune told

These ghetto street gospels

(Yes) , food for the soul

Turn street niggas to apostles

You need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat

Just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and

Be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve

Gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you

Twelve days to repeat