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