Praying For My Soul

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

Tell me, you can't tell me shit

I been all up on the go

I been all up on the go

Chasing shit, I want the gold

I been chasing all the chips

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

Ya whole life invalid as a Facebook fact

I got some cake put back, don't get ya waves pushed back

45 make it harder if ya face look black

Every state took flack, every race look whack

My homeboy home base every day cook crack

Like ace cooked that, around the way hood rats

A whole box touched down, whole case push that

Feel so good, bring Ma$e hook back

Thank mami for her constant prayer

On the paper, monster slayer, bomb on haters

Thou shall not fuck with Georgie

Or he feel a hunnid shots from hecklers and 40's

Corleone with this shit, it's all the approach

Make a call to my folks

Get your passes revoked

I flip the pillows, I flip the memos

I flip Guerrero, Young Flip Dinero

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

Tell me, you can't tell me shit

I been all up on the go

I been all up on the go

Chasing shit, I want the gold

I been chasing all the chips

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

Cards on the table, nonetheless, won't fold

Got directs on hold, know the checks gon' go

High as fuck in Yuna's office, keep my neck on froze

Get my rec off flows, you can check off those

These some rare Gautier's, street dreams Esco

Pasta pesto, mob style flex though

Got my trap line boomin', every day specials

Keep more Q's comin' like my man, Fredro

Rollin' that Petro, mix it with a tad of this rosin

Let's see how that go, struggling to hold my cough

Lookin' like Satchmo

Munchies hit the Crabby Shack

Back-to-back blunts goin', Kriss Kross, Daddy Mac

One light, four grams, stuffed, that's a fatty back

Better savor the flavor, you might never get it back

Uh, fast break, this a lay-up, fam

Wanna see a player jam? Hit 'em with the prayer hands

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

Tell me, you can't tell me shit

I been all up on the go

I been all up on the go

Chasing shit, I want the gold

I been chasing all the chips

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've been plottin', I can't fall

I've done been through all this shit

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul

I've been praying for my soul