The Prayer [Slowed]

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 fetish 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 Cos 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 my chest feels heavy, I'm exhausted And I doubt myself but I still make hits cos I still f*ck with art to bits