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