Huncho's Prayer - Chris Patrick: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Huncho's Prayer

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Huncho's Prayer è stato pubblicato il 12 dicembre 2025 da Chris Patrick PS/ Def Jam come parte dell'album Pray 4 Me

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita12 dicembre 2025

EtichettaChris Patrick PS/ Def Jam

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM83

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chris Patrick

Performer

Angelo Imani

Background Vocals

Yogic

Bass

Reuben Vincent

Percussion

Howard “Give Em Soul” Joyner

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Patrick

Songwriter

Tamir Komarov

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Angelo Imani

Producer

Yogic

Producer

Reuben Vincent

Producer

Koen Heldens

Mixing Engineer

Earl Hondo

Recording Engineer

Testi

[Chorus]

Growing up, I was a slum dog

We was running from the police

Went from skipping time in classrooms

To hitting corners with the homies

Poured out the bottle for my lost ones

I've done some things we must keep lowkey

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

Reputation ain't gon' fold me, this all I really got

[Verse 1]

Me and Mizz go back to Hampton days, campus stays

When ducking off for hoes was therapeutic as we danced through pain, may mans was slain

So college at this point felt like a grand exchange

Trade away the streets, and in return, they feed me bands for brains

I can't explain my reasoning

But tryna do shit right for once, it damn near felt like treason

My allegiance to the neighborhood ****

Posted on Glenwood outside, boy, I was waiting for them ****

Hitting licks feel like a paycheck to ****

Zach was insistent on the grades, but I ain't have that choice 'cause Moms ain't have much money

I'm obvious, no dummy

So my means to live intensified, I'm used to struggle

Hustling ain't shit when you desensitized

A job plus extra shit was how the rent supplied

I'm riding 'round the city with Mizzy as **** talked

That boy a demon on the aux'

He running through that playlist while I'm scanning 'cross the street in case I peep another opp

I keep that pole tucked in case I feel I need to send some shots

That's when Mizz caught my attention 'bout some Jersey **** rappin'

It just so happen he was called in for assistance

He took as a sign from God, he knew not to resist it

So I'm staring at him proud, knowing his life gon' end up different

For me, my fate was sealed, I made my peace, ain't feel no pain

But Mizz assured me

"Bro, I swear to God I'll make sure our shit change

You my brother till we die, if I'm up, then you the same"

But it's hard seeing a world where I'on bang

[Chorus]

'Cause growing up, I was a slum dog

We was running from the police

Went from skipping time in classrooms

To hitting corners with the homies

Poured out the bottle for my lost ones

I've done some things we must keep lowkey

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

Reputation ain't gon' fold me, this all I really got

[Verse 2]

Couple years flash

My God above gon' guide me down a clear path

This Draco hold me down as I revere cash

These tears splash, but hustling through it how I let fear pass

If Death had pressed his ears to doors outside my crib, he hear laughs

I'm in and out the way

I get a call from Mizz again, he askin' where I stay

He with that rap **** from Jersey in the A

Two first names, sound like a fucking nerd

But if Mizz say he the one, then I'm gon' trust his words

I'm sliding for the link

I pulled up to the crib, lil' nervous, lil' shaky

Boy, I'm a gangsta, so I keep my cool

Mizz get the door and dap me up, we like old timers acting up

Until I noticed that rap **** had done peeped my tool

Bro jumped a bit, but he ain't lose composure

He showing love like we grew up as soldiers

First time meeting Chris, I realize why he chosen

Riding through those streets with them **** scoping the scene

That's when bro decide to ask me 'bout my dreams like

"Outside of the street shit, what you really see for yourself?

Is it a wife and kids, or businesses to keep to yourself?"

Truth is, I never gave much thought to really being myself

'Cause in this life, the time is short before a demon gets shelved

That question moved me

Have I gave my all to being more?

Mizz broke the silence when he asked if I could be on tour

"Security position, if you with it, then it's yours"

Couldn't believe he wanted me to be on board

[Chorus]

'Cause growing up, I was a slum dog

We was running from the police

Went from skipping time in classrooms

To hitting corners with the homies

Poured out the bottle for my lost ones

I've done some things we must keep lowkey

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

Reputation ain't gon' fold me, this all I really got

[Verse 3]

The year is 2023, and I'm at peace now

I'm en route to get a legalized piece now

Chris texted me up 'cause they was finna hit the A for Ville Sessions

Gotta work early as fuck, but I'ma be 'round

Them streets been calling, but I DND the line, can't sell my soul

Since touring with them boys, I recognized that I had goals

I got a job, I got a girl, got a spot to call my own

I want Moms to see my progress and feel proud to see me grown

It's damn near 8:30, just got off work, I'm at the crib

I'm dumb bored, searching for the wave, I chat with Mizz

There's a Spotify event, he tryna find out where it is

But then they right back to the stu', so I might take this time to live

I start reflecting heavy, all my life, felt I was damned

I'm finally at a point where I feel righteous as a man

I went from running streets for work to working night shifts when I can

To being brave enough to dream with excitement 'bout where I land

That's when that knock came

Fuck, that's when that knock came, and everything I was came to fruition

Cops stormed in, warrants in they palm, not tryna listen

Guns raised on me, hands behind me, locked into position

Getting dragged out, I promise I ain't cry, hitting that squad car

I felt like Bruce Willis up in "Die Hard"

I guess I got my hopes up, God done let my karma hit its stride

Only thing I heard get played back in my mind was

[Chorus]

Growing up, I was a slum dog

We was running from the police

Went from skipping time in classrooms

To hitting corners with the homies

Poured out the bottle for my lost ones

I've done some things we must keep lowkey

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

[Chorus]

Growing up, I was a slum dog

We was running from the police

Went from skipping time in classrooms

To hitting corners with the homies

Poured out the bottle for my lost ones

I've done some things we must keep lowkey

Ain't scared to die 'cause I'm a real ****

Reputation ain't gon' fold me, this all I really got

[Bridge]

Just got the call that the cops hit yo' crib in the A with the goal to arrest you

They saying its robbery on top of kidnapping plus a lil' murder attempt too

Shit

Aint no way it was Huncho, but Mizz just confirmed it again for the second time

Hearing that news actually wrecked my mind

Hearing that news made me realize that every one here got a destination

Detectives got open investigation, chest feel like bomb during detonation

That sentence they finna write up for my dawg is a sentence that don't got no expiration

Praying my **** could beat it

God been declining my calls as of late, so I'm left here betrayed and defeated

You should be here touring with me, dawg

Should be recording with me, dawg

Should be outside in the world exploring with gang 'cause there so much to see, dawg

Guilt in my heart feeling heavy 'cause I was the **** that came through to promise you

The minute I blow, all that trapping shit dead, fuck the streets, none that gang shit gon' follow you

Three years done passed from the promise, and here I am back in the base' of my momma crib

Contemplating 'bout I'm where I'ma live, concentrating on the grind for biz

Conversations with SwaVay 'bout the jam with the hope that Tunji might sign the kid

Praying the talks with the label ain't fell through

That's when they bagged you, ain't have bread to bail you

Posted a letter this time 'bout yo' struggle, I cried when I saw 'cause I felt like I failed you

Ain't had the number to call when they jailed you, tried being better, but life had derailed you

Day you got locked was the day that a **** met Cole, I was hyped as a bitch just to tell you

Hoping that trial let a **** sail through knowing our wildest dreams is on the way

Look, just did a SOB show in the city, and people is seeing the worth now

Went from the venues with nobody in it to selling out tours and the muhfucking merch now

**** quit jobs 'cause the money we made was enough to do music as work now

When I finally met someone who love me for me, and I feel like it's actually gon' work out

What the fuck?

It's the thought that you might not e'en be there on the day folks get married that's fucking me up

It's the thought that when **** have kids that you might not e'en be there just to carry 'em up

It the thought that when **** win Grammies, you'll prolly be watching that shit from the can

It's the thought that if **** die early, you can't event slide through to bury yo' mans

[Outro]

If only yo' shit had went better

Been praying to God every day with the hope that He get shit together

I'm sorry I couldn't do more on them days you got stopped in the weather

Only thing I got left of these songs that I'm writing to you is these letters

Love, Chris

Written by: Chris Patrick, Tamir Komarov

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