Prayer Lyrics

Our Father, which are in heaven

I come on behalf of my boy Lord, and he's just going through so much, dealing with so much, enduring so much

He just wants to be a good man for his son and his girl and for his family

But I know, above all, he needs you

Yeah Life of a don, every night put my life on the line for me and mine

Look my son in the eyes, I tell him that you a better me

Tell him stay out the streets, cause most of my friends got felonies

Most of them grew up fatherless

So these streets made a man of me

Lately started a family, I've been running out favors

Lately countin' the paper, they say this money ah save ya

I drop right onto my knees, I'm asking God for a prayer

Begging the Lord like, please, I tell him I need a savior

Need a crib by the sea, where only trees is my neighbor

I'm going hard so my family, reap the benefits later

Little sis need some shoes and little bro need a taper

Been trying to stay above water, surrounded by alligator

I found my love in the game, surrounded by all the haters

She tired of all the games

But baby girl, I'm a player

Seen it for what it was, my baby, I'll see you later

Easy to bag a bitch, it's never easy to chase her

Easier to replace her, but hard to find someone like her

Usually just one nighter then tell her call her a Uber

Yellow bone, Vae vanilla, I told her I'd come scoop her

I'll be outside in a minute

I'm calling shots like a Hooper

Let this bitch stay a night, she gon' leave her nigga tomorrow

I pull-up straight out the bank, he be on the phone tryna borrow some cash

With your borrowin' ass, these niggas goin' out too sad, tryna borrow the mag

Hold on, wait, I got triple G's wrapped around the waist

Hold on, wait, I got cougar bitches tryna get a taste

By the way, I been makin' paper every single day

Hold on wait, fuck the industry up when I drop a tape

Out the way, make a livin' with this rap and travel states

Ma just pray for your baby, I know that this road ain't safe

I gotta keep that bitch up on me, niggas get killed every day

I got a son that need me more than anything, and I can't play

And if you know me, nigga, you know I don't play about my pape

And if you owe me, nigga

It ain't shit to find out where you stay

I got the sauce and the ingredients to make cheese

I been thumbin' through some racks since I was 18

Nike tech to run a check up

Cause I hate jeans

My girl like, what's that in your cup? Because she hate lean

I built my fan base from the ground without a Saycheese

I took a chance and then I won

Without no fake D's, nigga

Don't lie to me. Please don't lie to me. Please don't lie to me

Don, what's good, Brody? I just wanted to check in with you, man

I ain't seen you in a minute but I been seeing your videos, bro

You been going hard. I was just with your brother Shizzmane in the studio

He was telling me about how you, you know, invested more into the music with the beats, man

And getting the originals and whatnot

So, to be the will of allah

Right now I'm impatient in the Hospital for the mental health crisis That I'm or that I experienced

I'm gonna reach out to you when I Get out

If you don't hear from me, keep me In your prayers, my brother. Yurrr