Prayer For The Players

[Verse 1: Valid]
I drop to my knees
Lift my hand and pray
May the real G’s be blessed with a bag today
May the fake one make none
Lord forgive the G who had to go and take some
Now I know I’m probably preaching to the choir
But God forbid you ever speak into the wire
But if you did look you must remember this
God don’t like ugly or a mother fuckin’ snitch
Now where my legal Gs
The nine to five players that’ll stay squeaky clean
Thou can’t clown or hate your success
But if they do, fuck them break out the lex
The whip or the watch big pimp on the block
Entrepreneur who maneuver with a business or shop
Small time hustler that’s whipping the pot
If you were blessed with a talent use the gift that you got

[Chorus: Valid]
This for the G’s
Gospel of the gangsters
Hustlers, ballers, big money makers
Movers, shakers, big bag chasers
Hey, say a prayer for the players
This for the G’s
Gospel of the gangsters
Hustlers, ballers, big money makers
Movers, shakers, big bag chasers
Hey, say a prayer for the players

[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
The back sliding nodding off in the church pew
Couldn’t never make it in the house before curfew
Angle with a grimy face grew up in a violent place
Neighborhoods full of wish somebody would of set us straights
Ain’t nobody show us how to meditate
From the bottom everybody with us wanna’ elevate
Even though we selling weight praying to the maker still
Jesus take the wheel everybody wanna’ make a mil’
Know what you selling before you make a deal
They gon’ front you then gon’ punch with a bunch of bills
Before he knew it he was hurting needed help to heal
Drowning in his debt but yet the labels want more records still
Now you know how counting all your blessings feel
Now you know why rappers wearing dresses did it
Now you know what meaning in the message is
Prayers for the players hope they pay us in the record biz’

[Chorus: Valid]
This for the G’s
Gospel of the gangsters
Hustlers, ballers, big money makers
Movers, shakers, big bag chasers
Hey, say a prayer for the players
This for the G’s
Gospel of the gangsters
Hustlers, ballers, big money makers
Movers, shakers, big bag chasers
Hey, say a prayer for the players

[Verse 3: Big Herk]
This a prayer for the players say amen
I was born to be a thug since the playpen
I saw a lot of things that you shouldn’t show a kid
I had a couple birds just like Noah did
Only difference is I ain’t putting mine in the arch
I was slanging mine pushing dimes in the park
And I pray that I don’t get raided lord
Or catch a case with a bond that I can’t afford
And I pray that I don’t have to do this bid
Or my boys turn on me just like Judas did
In the hood we already having revelations
Diseases, killing, and stealing, total devastation
It was written but the whole world slept on it
I ain’t never walked on water but I stepped on it
I’m sick of seeing young brothers in and out the feds
So everybody keep praying for us bow ya’ heads

[Chorus: Valid]
This for the G’s
Gospel of the gangsters
Hustlers, ballers, big money makers
Movers, shakers, big bag chasers
Hey, say a prayer for the players