[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Uh, prayer hands
Yeah, yeah, uh ha
"I Praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
Uh, prayer hands
Yeah
"I Praise the Lord and keep the faith"
Yeah
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
Yo
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Just the tone of my voice made your lady moist (talk)
Baby we some play boys no need to play coy
We some players, some real gamers they was sayin
We was shaving points, UCLA lost to Malloy (did that)
Rumor has it we fixed the wheelchair classics
And jumped in the window of the coupe, like Bo dukеs in the Dukes of Hazzards
I'm like Magic, I can shoot it or pass it
Bеcame a legend because everything I'm doing is rooted in passion
Uh, all my music classic
Glocks only, everything I shoot is plastered
Put up numbers, get baskets
Uh, hit Saks Fifth, real pimps don't wear rabbits
Uh, that shit is beneath me
Niggas can't even reach my knee, be easy (Chill shorty)
Put VV's on my pinky, speak freely
Chauffeur don't make me spill my drink like pinky
(Told you don't make me spill my drink muhfucka)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Prayer hands
"I Praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
Prayer hands
"I Praise the Lord and keep the faith"
"So I pray, remembering the days of my youth"
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
This ain't a Jag, this a Aston Vanquish
As for the jacket that I'm wearin' it's Kris Van Assche (nice)
We did the Moncler thing in the past (back then)
The rags get the Mutombo finger wag (uh uh)
It ain't spring, but I clean the glass with no wingman
This thing here, this shit ain't Jordan brand or Swingman
I sip Belaire with my pinky in the air
The 40 cal the length of an eagle's wingspan
I'm never just wingin' it, I'm a thinkin' man
Me and Preem we like the town car, we linkin fam
Frequent, this shit slicker than Puerto Rican hair
My sneakers at least a G a pair be aware this ain't even fair
Uh, these are millionaire hands get paid handsome
What you expect I'm a handsome man (yup)
Send you to meet Jesus I will answer your prayers (fast)
From your lips to Marciano's ears (Lord)
Prayer hands
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