Penthouse Prayers (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah Bobby Sessions young legend Yeah, hey I knew that I would eat back in high school at the lunch line I think about it sometimes, war inside the mind I was ten toes on the front line, don't choke when it's crunch time Verses become difficult and hooks harder to come by Hoes harder to fuck now, boys can't get it bust down Read over them bank statements, the cash ways at Philip chow White I guess was too basic need ice your teeth now Missed out on the car payments, you stressed pacing the street now God, I pray for my health More peace, more wealth, more prosperity Please keep these bitch ass niggas around me Gotta manifest, hold up Hey, young legend Mixtape didn't blow up, sit there in the junkyard Show money just slowed up for sale sign in the front yard Gofundme just popped up, hard stop on the gold yard Well respected as an artist, now you need a paint job Please proceed with caution if you move in with a target on you You can't have no Walmart, budget shopping at a Target homie Flow is bad, she left you for a bitch, now she carpet-munchin' Sparkle left you, I can't buy them bottles with those sparkles on 'em Fuck that opportunity, it's 'bout what you gonna do with it Scales at AJ ruined my record but niggas ain't even ruin it I threw out all my Glocks, I was grinding, eating tuna fish Stressin' over when that be that shit that have you losin' it Speak it, watch it manifest, take action and be passionate You can buy your mansion, live luxurious and lavishly Friends become dependent over-extended to your family It's way harder to keep it than to get it, gotta manage it, legend If I die, before I wake from the will here's some M's That's inside my bank I'ma spread it to my fam, make sure they good Need mirror to my face deep inside my hood If I die, please don't cry, dry your face Leave roses by my grave while you pop champagne Gold watch in the sky, celebrate my time If I live to see another, swear to God that I'ma shine Oh my God, to the niggas who be missin' sleep (sleep) Haven't sat down on a toilet, it done been a week Mind focused, eyes open, I'm a mental beast If I make it into Heaven, pray I send a lease (huh) Put my pistol on my person and I lace my sneaks I pull a vengeance from my verses from my enemies (Maybach Music) Basement boys, penthouse prayers Dead presidents will awake fears (woo) Fast pretty cars followed by the rays Payroll for the hitters, all expenses paid (bang) My nigga still alive, somebody momma prayin' (what?) Kill 'em wit' ya kindness, all my momma sayin' (Lord) Y'all started labels, now they all abandoned (ahahaha) Niggas runnin' round, but I'm the only standin' Cocaine is still the cargo button up the panels Know he did it large trafficking the fentanyls (Maybach Music) Pull up double R's, honey, just a gamble (boss) 2Pac in my heart such a great example (woo) Lit 'em like cigars turn to melted candles I'm leader of the cause tryin' to raise the banner (biggest)