Pray For the Weak

DJ Lord Sear on the one and twos

Harlem World, stand up!

Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins

In this world that'll celebrate when the haters win

When on the cusp of greatness, don't get accustomed to making friends

Momma told me the shit that makes a man is to make amends

Was never into all the latest trends, now my weight is thin

But shit, you can't judge a picture if you gon' break the lens

Lay a gem, drop jewels constantly on the hottest beats

'Cause sonically I'm like Socrates on the crowded street

The Gil Scott-Heron of heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence

Everything that I write is fire and eloquent

You **** gon' notice when you aspire for relevance

A different man but still'll send killers inside your residence (Blatt)

Just tap my shoulder when it's getting realer, give ten to Sheila

'Cause she come from a place the fiends can outlive the dealers

You don't know the half of it, waving sticks like a magic trick

Get half the clip, I ain't never been on no rapper shit

These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul

Turn street **** to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat

I said these ghetto street gospels (Gospels), food for the soul

Turn street **** to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat

Lounging in this Maybach, twisting a 'Wood

I'm good, I wish you well same time as I wish you would

Just got off the phone with Suge, reflecting 'bout some past shit

Death Row, Aftermath shit, conversations be classic

Keep the .22 on plastic 'cause drama be everlasting

Money sewed up and plastered in the walls, in the mattress

If I ever gotta cut it open, that mean I walked in the crib

Holdin' my arm, limpin' with my gun smokin'

Revelations of the last days, vibing to the Fugees

Rubbing on this chick booty while dumping shit in this ashtray

It feels good just to be living your wildest dreams, ****

Walking 'round the Hamptons in Louis Vuitton Supreme slippers

I did my dirt, got out the mud, my triple beam tippin'

**** sleep in the trap like they brought a pint of lean with 'em

From that to this, washing my own Maybach and shit

Reminiscing back when I ain't even had a pack to flip

These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul

Turn street **** to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat

I said these ghetto street gospels (Gospels), food for the soul

Turn street **** to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat

Ayo, they say the truth is hard to swallow like a large pill

They'll get a man hit, you's a bitch, look how they charge bills

Smack the shit out of Satan with a hand full of God's will

I'm on point when yo' handshake come with a odd feel

They love that we off the chart, they disregard skill

Before I had a A&R, I had a razor to carve krills

And vision of a hustler far from a Lyor deal

Thinking ghetto divas, now my broad wear Dior heels

Play grimy blocks with Glocks stashed by the car wheel

Curb served in the suburbs, my pockets all filled

If you ain't fit for the fire, don't let the Devil in

Keep him in the hole, he pop up, then hit his head with ten

No friend, I was doley when it was dark and cold

Weak **** thirsty for a deal, but it'll cost yo' soul

Mommy told me, "Shine, your melanin is worth more than gold"

The game sick, this is medicine in the form of flows

No chips for the timid, the fortune's only for the bold

Knew I'll be that **** way before I had my fortune told

These ghetto street gospels (Yes), food for the soul

Turn street **** to apostles, you need me and I got you (I got you)

Don't brace for defeat, just keep your place on your feet

So you can pray for the weak and be my prey for the week (Let's go)

Disciples that'll hold a twelve gauge when they preach

Writing scriptures that'll take you twelve days to repeat