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THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS was released on February 19, 2026 by Third World Posse as a part of the album NO REST 4 THA WICKED
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Release DateFebruary 19, 2026
LabelThird World Posse
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLOODGROUND
BLOODGROUND
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armen Arutiunian
Armen Arutiunian
Songwriter
Joseph Castillo
Joseph Castillo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tacet
Tacet
Engineer
BLOODGROUND
BLOODGROUND
Producer

Lyrics

You say you got them guns but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs but I've never seen you slang
You say you in the game but I've yet to see you play
You say you're going hard but nobody feels the same (no)
You say you got them guns but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs but I've never seen you slang
You say you in the game but I've yet to see you play
You say you're going hard but nobody feels the same
I'm riding with my top back I'm countin up
I feel the breeze
I'll hit a lick solo, I ain't gotta share with fiends
Cold, all black heavy metal when I hit the scene
Godzilla heater
Dog when I shine my teeth
Can give a fuck bout a homie hoppin ass bitch
It's too common nowadays these toxic ass tricks
Now who got the keys to the muthafuckin bimmer?
Gatekeeper me, Third World Posse gang leader
Seen you at the gates you asking me for forgiveness
I told you no right in your face I stuck my dick out now kiss it
But God sent you to me and I promised that I would deliver
I'll kill that muthafucka throw his body in tha river
You ain't bout shit
All these rappers counterfeit
In the game so long I got my flowers next of kin
Only one g-o-d
Only one who never speaks
Only one behind the 3
Its T, Me & Tacet B hoe
Soy grossero
El mero mero
El CADEJO
El Monte viejo Mago negro
No me digas algo Nuevo
Muejers me digan
Oy como te llamas
Soy Tacet sin Cara comete mis ganas
Terroristo como las hamas
Threce del mundo mejor de mas
You ain't bout shit
Yo momma ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit
Shout out nostalgic
I walked off yo ass dawg
Tracks still been ass dawg
Mad cuz the fans strong
Never had no bad songs
They call me Big LA, Big Zilly, Big Money, Big Tilly
When I sliding in the Martin, ya hear me
I be slicin with these bars, so ya hit me
Slide for the free, kill for the fee
Pull out the stick, then I pull out the ski
Put a motherfucker face on a white tee
That's what a bitch get for being P.I.E
Written by: Armen Arutiunian, Joseph Castillo
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