Blck.Beetl & Vermin the Villain - Say Ya Prayers

Yeah
So keep praying praying praying
Keep praying praying praying
Praying praying praying
I pray for you
Keep praying praying praying
Keep praying praying praying
(Praying for you you you)
Praying for me me me
Oh lord
I'm strapped for cash
Loose change ain't gonna change shit
Gas on the dash stays lit
Pray for stashes, spray spit
My dreams is stuck
Seeking steady streams of cream fuck
A new house, new car? nah
Just tryna keep the cheese y'all
Luck ain't the problem - paying loans while broke is
Still smoking stoked kids
On some "Gambino stay woke" shit
Yeah I'm keeping tabs on dabs
And any sucka with a slab
Checking rhymes or nabbing pads
B-b-b-back in the lab
'Cause shit don't really mean a thing to me
Keeping secrets up my sleeves
In the end we all just thieves
People praying for the paper
So if you plan to keep the peace
Step aside son pick a side
Or take a fuckin' seat
'Cause shit don't really mean a thing to me
Keeping secrets up my sleeves
In the end we all just thieves
People praying for the paper
So if you plan to keep the peace
Step aside son pick a side
Or take a fuckin' seat
Science, violence
Anything for a grip
I remember simple days
Kids just tryna walk like a Crip
Blood on the streets
Blood on the beats
In every tweet
The whole world starving son
Your city's tryna eat
Green eggs and ham
Wham-bam thank you ma'am
And uncle Sam I am
Damned to jam to mad mad scams yo
The root of all evil
Is it money, is it people
Gotta have the whole world
But two halves one whole is equal equal
Two cents if you will
Still kill for bills
Red or blue pill thrills
Just remember no refills
Still spilling chill skill
So ill call me doctor Dr. Phil
Catch me shopping at your local goodwill
Life's a quid pro quo
Drive slow
Fo' sho'
These woes
Count dough
There ain't much in between bro
Stressed from head to toe
Just so you know
You could count a dime a dozen
But that's just how it goes
So that's just how it goes
Praying praying praying
Keep praying praying praying
Yeah
'Cause shit don't really mean a thing to me
Keeping secrets up my sleeves
In the end we all just thieves
People praying for the paper
So if you plan to keep the peace
Step aside son pick a side
Or take a fuckin' seat
'Cause shit don't really mean a thing to me
Keeping secrets up my sleeves
In the end we all just thieves
People praying for the paper
So if you plan to keep the peace
Step aside son pick a side
Or take a fuckin' seat
Take a fucking seat
Take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
So take a fucking seat
(Praying)
(Well keep praying)

Written by:
Luis Fermin

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