Hustler's Prayer (feat. Heem)

Uh-huh

It's Ricky

(These are the real sopranos)

Look, Lord forgive me for my sins

And thank you for this paper

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

Yeah, I took a devastating loss like the Lakers

My mama see me shinin' on you **** like a Jacob

Till that Roli on my left wrist

I'ma keep a Jaylen brown of the best shit

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 shit and man enough to just quit

The feds started sweepin' 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 four hundred and thirty thousand and then some

The money is the difference

Can't eat if you ain't vicious

This the type of shit 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 motherfucker

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to God my soul to keep

And 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)

And if I die before I wake up (Hyde, what up)

I'm just thankful for this paper

Took a couple losses

Couple **** crossed us

We're hirin' for shooters, ****, step into my office

You're resume important, we duckin' law enforcements

Your OG was a rat heard your father got extorted

Put a wire on, recorded

Led him to a warrant

We witness dead bodies, just another day on warrant

Just kill 'em, fuck a warning

The undercover swarmin'

A week straight, remember doin' a shootin' every morning

We up with Tom Joyner

The block feel like a sauna

We loadin' up guns, drinkin', smokin' marijuana

Higher from my mama

'Cause I sell Madonna

Screamin', "Fuck 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 livin' reckless

Just hope the Lord take me when they put me on that stretcher, ****

(They know) Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to God my soul to keep

And 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

And if I die before I wake up

I'm just thankful for this paper