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