Prayer Hands

[Chorus: Chris Webby] Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [Refrain: Chris Webby] I'm on different levels and they know That they can come and get it if they really want the smoke Yeah I'm seeing all these sheep around, I'm feeling like a goat I'm the father, son, and fucking holy ghost, hallelujah [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah I tried to tell 'em though I don't give a damn, still the man They been sleeping on me like their dinner plans, tryptophan While my diet's been nothing but Ritalin in my hand And a half a pound of mushy's in the van, this the plan Take the world over like Pinky and thе Brain, switching lanes From a rapper to a boss and shit, they thought this shit's a gamе Keep the change, got my heart on my sleeve like a liquor stain 'Cause I'm spilling while I'm sippin', every shot is in the frame The consensus in the game is I'm relentless Yea my skill-set is tremendous By the time I end my sentence They gon' know I spit that venom Word to the web that's on my necklace And now I'm getting plaques Shit I gotta go see my dentist Pick the world up and I bench it Don't even need a spotter Then I'm dippin' with your wifey Sippin' wine I made from water Then I got her on my stick Learned that shit from Harry Potter Hit it, Quidditch, I'ma kill it Better say some "Our Father's", holler [Refrain: Grieves] I'm on different levels every week These motherfuckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together Hallelujah [Chorus: Grieves] Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [Refrain: Grieves] I'm on different levels every week These motherfuckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together Hallelujah [Verse 2: Grieves] I've been on a level, on a level Every single day it's been a battle fighting off the Devil You ain't talking in my face, then I don't know what else to tell you You can take it up with management, they handle little fellas like ya I don't give a dam if you've been bumping at the gums I'm out here buying property, you fighting over crumbs They full of shit, colostomy, get off of me, I'm done I'm already on the edge bitch Don't make me fuck around and plunge I prefer when a motherfucker acting like he can go and get it When you know that he ain't gonna do shit I been around the block, heard a lot of talk Some of that'll get you stitched Rolled up and thrown in a ditch My microphone cold as a bitch I'm up and I'm down, ducking you clowns Holding a hand full of grit I bet you thinking you could probably hold a spot Better widen up your stance if you plan to take a shot They keep try'na catch you slipping, always pushing 'round a mop Any time they wanna find me, I be ready for the drop sayin [Refrain: Grieves] I'm on different levels every week These motherfuckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together Hallelujah [Chorus: Grieves] Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [Refrain: Grieves] I'm on different levels every week These motherfuckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together Hallelujah, hallelujah