Praying

[Intro] Yo, yeah [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] 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