Prayer - Tasha The Amazon

For your entertainment, I be on another wave bitch

I don’t do for the payment but somebody better fuckin' pay me

Cause I ain’t dying broke, dying nameless

And I ain’t even leaving 'til the flame lit

Uh, dirtiest players in the game shit, call me Clay Davis

Always grind, never lowkey, that’s how I stay hot in the cold breeze

Got a degree and I sold green to pay my student loans and my gold teeth

Always on the stoop with some rugged crooks

I’m always talking truce with my fuckin' dudes

Alwyas hit 'em hard like a hundred proof

Always all black down to my fuckin' shoes

Yeah, red like

My back roll, id on’t need that

I don’t flex, I just lean back

I don’t flex, I just lean back

Yeah lean back, on 'em like a refill

And my squad ain’t fuckin' with your clique still

This is my life, leave me to my free will

Look at me like she won’t, maybe she will

Come run with me while I put my work in

I’m gone like I’m packing up my Birkins

I’m a gravedigger cause i put my dirt in

Come sing for my soul like a church hymn

And I’m burning, and shit this ain’t medicinal

Nah, I’m running with criminals

On a wave, it’s a flood like I’m Biblical

Never die, I’m fuckin' invincible

All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer

All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer

Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer

Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer

Make you say

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Keep your gun fingers up, hoes down, all my winners up

Critics wanna talk like I give a fuck

I’mma swipe on them haters like it’s Tinder

Fuck with me, yeah, came from the bottom like a sediment

Keep my head on the money like a president

You can watch but don’t judge like a reverend

Cause I’m 'bout to be the best that I’ve ever been

Dudes rapping 'bout «Damn I like bitches»

Your shirt in your mouth just like bitches

The sweets in all black, we stay twisted

Come find me, I’ll pack it and lift it

The night time’s the right time for talking and wishing

After varsity, plotting these missions

Turn to walking in silent positions

Squad, got the gats on me, we a religion

Lighters flicker in the basement

Faces to the front like a congregation

You in the grace of the greatness

Give praise and keep the acid away from the basics

I ain’t wasted, I’m just high up on the game like I weight lift

Go ahead and wait bitch, can’t relate cause we flagrant

This a statement, before we eat the world, say graces

I see Buddha when I hit a puff

See good Muslims all up in that titty club

See good Christians want that good dick

But it’s hard to see God in that hood shit

We only close to heaven when we high as fuck

So I said «Go ahead, put you lighters up»

We just tryna find a way, can you blame us?

These the type of sins that make us famous

All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer

All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer

Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer

Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer

Make you say

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

That’s your prayer

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap

Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap…