PROVERBZ 17:17 Lyrics

Right hand to god, I pray that my brother alright

I'm on them drugs, hoping my momma alright

Whats in my cup, promise it's just a little sprite

I roll up a blunt, pray that my feelings subside

Feeling like Hunter, hop in a Porsche, get geeked out my mind

Fuck what they saying the runners, run from ya problems, I run from my crime

Think i'm in love with sex, money, drugs, I know it ain't right

But I'm undercover, staying in line, stay out of sight

Right hand to god, I pray that my brother alright

I'm on them drugs, hoping my momma alright

Whats in my cup, promise it's just a little sprite

I roll up a blunt, pray that my feelings subside

Walked inside the house and I was smelling like some dope again

Momma please refrain from losing hope, this soul is cold and thin

Thrifted hoodie, baggy pants, I came from the bins

Gifted rookie since my birth, but I was born with sin

It's burn holes in my hoodies like im Chance the Rapper

Not gon' catch me in a hat cause I don't fuck with cappers

Don't hit me for no booking you'll get met with laughter

Tried to split and share my funds, like its cheese and crackers

Right hand to god, I pray that my brother alright

I'm on them drugs, hoping my momma alright

Whats in my cup, promise it's just a little sprite

I roll up a blunt, pray that my feelings subside