Prayers Over Packages

[Intro]

Uh, check

Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]

What get you killed faster, too much love, trust or truth?

What's the difference between Malcolm, Martin and Huey Newt?

Sometimes a nigga downfall is who he knew

Do you view the world through wise eyes or is your mind in a hula hoop?

We woke but still sold rotten fruit in pursuit of loot

Tryna go from the stoop to the newest coupe

Smoothest criminal with elusive moves

In tune with street scholars and goons

Haile Selassie, art and crackpot fumes

Mathematics live from where it's all about who pull the faster ratchet

And cash too, but when your mask split, that's it

Cut from a different cloth, you niggas raggedy fabric

Lacking swag, just rappity-rap shit

Ain't raising the bar high, fall guys, be lying 'bout mob ties

These niggas really givin off broad vibes

It's the lord like Finesse and Sonny Carson

Mind on the money often

Rocking slick shit, the god of horsemen

[Hook x2]

I said prayers over packages

Hopin' to God that we could sell it fast as shit

Mommy told me "never slack off, nigga there's plenty cash to get

Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"

[Verse 2]

Ayo

Coming up, had mad friends, close ones, homies, associates

Some died, went to jail, some niggas overdosed on opiates

I been through hell and back but I'm Gucci now, niggas know we lit

Bitch from Jamaica, weed from Amsterdam, the pistol Soviet

You salty, so be it, you niggas won't be shit

You copying the style off a nigga who made a style off of stolen shit

I body you and send your hoe condolences

Black roses on ya gravesite and blunt ashes while I smoke a spliff

Wondering why niggas is fiend' the fuck out, I sold them this

So forever my shit'll always be on solar, bitch

Supreme soloist in a Polo fit

All y'all already knowin' it

I call my esé up and ya soul'll lift

I been a hustler, that shit's embedded in my DNA

Could sell a roach Raid, a weed-head crack, and a vegan steak

Well aware when I'm out there in the field, yeah, I see the play

Like Curtis Riley, know the world is grimy, still we keep a K (Brr)

[Hook x2]

I said prayers over packages

Hopin' to God that I could sell it fast as shit

Mommy told me "never slack off, nigga there's plenty cash to get

Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"

[Outro]

Fuck outta here

You're dead