Hustler’s Prayer (Explicit)歌词-Rick Hyde&Heem

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Hustler's Prayer (Explicit) - Rick Hyde/Heem

Lyrics by：Darius Grayson (Rick Hyde)/Raheem Trotter (Heem)

Composed by：The SoulMonsters

Uh huh

It's Ricky

These are the real sopranos

Lord forgive me for my sins

Thank you for this paper

I'm humble just enough to tell you n***as get your cake up

Yeah I took a devastating loss like the Lakers

My mama see me shining on you n***as like a Jacob

Roli on my left wrist

Imma keep a Jaylen brown of the best s**t

Stir it in the water like its Nesquik

The last 50 was my best flip

Then I made an exit

I was bold enough to sell that s**t & man enough to just quit

The feds started sweeping like there's crumbs all in the kitchen

I was still worried even though I kept my distance

Free my brother Boonie

Once again them people pinched him

Talkin' bout like 430 thousand and then some

The money is the difference

Can't eat if you ain't vicious

This the type of s**t you go through when in the trenches

Lookin like a ticket I spent it and I meant it

I'm thankful every day I got myself out my position mother f**ker uh

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to God my soul to keep

If I die before I wake up

I'm just thankful for this paper

Now I lay me down to sleep

They know

I pray to God my soul to keep

Big BSF n***a

If I die before I wake up

Hyde what up

I'm just thankful for this paper

Took a couple losses

Couple n***as crossed us

We're hiring for shootas n***a step into my office

You're resume important

We duckin law enforcements

Your OG was a rat heard your father got extorted

With a wire on recorded

Lead him to a warrant

We witness dead bodies just another day on warrant

Just kill em f**k a warrant

The undercover swarming

Week straight remember doin a shooting every morning

We up with Tom Joyner

The block feel like a sauna

We loading up good drinking smoking m*******a

Higher from my mama

'Cuz I sell Madonna

Screaming f**k the jury

Middle finger to your honor

Money bring the problems

Kill em for a comma

Catch me on the run with the drako like Osama

Forgive me for my sins

I know I'm living reckless

Just hope the lord take me

When they put me on that stretcher n***a

They know

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to God my soul to keep

If I die before I wake up

I'm just thankful for this paper

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to God my soul to keep

If I die before I wake up

I'm just thankful for this paper