The Prayer

Let me start the tape with prayer Our Father-Our God, who art in heaven Been looking for an easy way out Been suffering hard since the age of seven And I guess I gotta show my love to The homies that's really about my fettish I can't taste so I'm getting mad peckish Sit in my room all day-just planning Bro heard that I caught that virus Nobody else checked in on my end Except my girl-she was riding from one I might just marry this girl and run Yeah I lost 3 grans in a week She said I should cry but I'm not weak And I'm tryna be happy-bliss No my car's all mine, I'm off my lease I count my friends on a hand Better be the same when I count my bands Better be similar when I'm in a Benz I'm strictly a loner, don't need no friends Cause I don't need petty energy The same boys now biting my lingo Heard he talk like me now, bingo They all love my trends, they enemies I don't know what's next to be honest My chest feels heavy, I'm exhausted And I doubt myself but I still make hits Cause I still f*ck with art to bits