Shaking When I Pray

[Intro]

Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem

Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil 'alameen

Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Maaliki yaumid Deen

Iyyaaka na'abudu wa iyyaaka nasta'een

Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem

Siraatal ladheena an 'amta' alaihim

Ghairil maghduubi' alaihim waladaaleen

Aameen

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

[Verse 1]

Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week

Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats

I know I'm past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit for the streets

I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off Link

I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Sprite Easter pink

I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn't imagine what V'd have think

I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn't imagine what he'd think

I'm so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ play some Tink

I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drank

I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week

The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain't cheap

I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe

That's a closed casket, why that bastard lookin' like he sleep?

I told brodie, he do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak

I told Herm I need more horses, I ain't jump up out the Jeep

Well, I did, when I seen— shh, I jumped up out the seat

I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I don't be stretchin' out my knee

I had brought a pair of buffs 'cause I was in Detroit for a week

I went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee

Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski (Phew)

[Chorus]

Oh, they my rival

Oh, they'll do anything to go viral

Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol

Oh, you ain't even got a title

[Verse 2]

Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps ****, they no fun

Two **** in the car, niggas ridin' 'round with ****

Street niggas winnin', I just had me a foursome

Never leave **** inside that jam if they know something

Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch

Could've have caught me, bro and them had snuck on my back porch

Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up

Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck

Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck

All of this bappin', cappin', rappin' all for a camera

Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than the cancer

[Chorus]

Oh, they my rival

Oh, they'll do anything to go viral

Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol

Oh, you ain't even got a title