Hustler's Prayer (feat. AKila K.)
Yeah
I don't think they ready for this one
E.
Kila
E is for Everything
Uh huh
Nigma
Hold on
Baby baby
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Young boys clapping for the feast
For the OG's tryna put us on the G
In this cold world full of born sinners
Opposite of a winner
Some of my hitters
Had dreams for dinner
Had seen the winter
That froze some of they homies
We got
Similar stories dog you ain't gotta know me
For me to pray for you
No matter what you might do
'Cuz I know cops killing kids younger
That look just like you
And like me
Brooklyn visionary but no Spike Lee
I just want a better future for my seed
Whatever that might be
Stressing 'bout the times
Gotta keep a balance or it messes up the grind
Blessings gonna shine
Don't look down
Just stay focused on the climb
Everyday I wake up on nine
Keep in mind that
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Dear heavenly father
It's truly an honor
To converse with you in this verse you
As my author
I come to you
Humbly
'Cuz its food in front of me
But honestly it's not enough its tough
I need some assistance please
And I know
That you a busy one I get that
So I figured while I'm waiting
The bread crumbs, yeah, I could split that
Then flip it and bag it
It's becoming a habit
It's getting real tragic
But they out here killing me
And I told you I need some assistance please
I know you love me
I'm just saying it's getting real out here
At first it's violence
The silence 'cuz you not in my ear
So I do what I can in hopes that you don't judge
'Cuz every move I makes intentional
To make it above with you
Hope the cops don't drive by me
And I hope
I don't become a hashtag on IG
I just ask that you guide me along the way
And if I stray hope you forgive me one day
In your name I pray
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love Its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
A dollar and a dream and some beats
No more ramen noodles
As usual I gotta eat
No more home cooking rice and peas
Mr. freeze
I need that ice to breathe
Get my momma a Benz
My baby mama a Jeep
Fake friends a liability
I rather real enemies
I want my credits
That's why I stay worrying bout the end
And making ends meet
Riding down the block in a Bentley
Or Aston Martin
With my shorty watching Martin
Like a bodega
I'm trying to corner the market
No more Sega
I'm focusing on the target
So my kids never know what it's like to feel starving
We sin all the time
Then at night yeah we pray
From my mouth to Gods ears
Hope He hear what we say
We get by 'til next day
Then get high celebrate
Then get fly & get cake
From NY to LA that's all day
Uh huh
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
I don't think they ready for this one
E.
Kila
E is for Everything
Uh huh
Nigma
Hold on
Baby baby
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Young boys clapping for the feast
For the OG's tryna put us on the G
In this cold world full of born sinners
Opposite of a winner
Some of my hitters
Had dreams for dinner
Had seen the winter
That froze some of they homies
We got
Similar stories dog you ain't gotta know me
For me to pray for you
No matter what you might do
'Cuz I know cops killing kids younger
That look just like you
And like me
Brooklyn visionary but no Spike Lee
I just want a better future for my seed
Whatever that might be
Stressing 'bout the times
Gotta keep a balance or it messes up the grind
Blessings gonna shine
Don't look down
Just stay focused on the climb
Everyday I wake up on nine
Keep in mind that
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Dear heavenly father
It's truly an honor
To converse with you in this verse you
As my author
I come to you
Humbly
'Cuz its food in front of me
But honestly it's not enough its tough
I need some assistance please
And I know
That you a busy one I get that
So I figured while I'm waiting
The bread crumbs, yeah, I could split that
Then flip it and bag it
It's becoming a habit
It's getting real tragic
But they out here killing me
And I told you I need some assistance please
I know you love me
I'm just saying it's getting real out here
At first it's violence
The silence 'cuz you not in my ear
So I do what I can in hopes that you don't judge
'Cuz every move I makes intentional
To make it above with you
Hope the cops don't drive by me
And I hope
I don't become a hashtag on IG
I just ask that you guide me along the way
And if I stray hope you forgive me one day
In your name I pray
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love Its the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
A dollar and a dream and some beats
No more ramen noodles
As usual I gotta eat
No more home cooking rice and peas
Mr. freeze
I need that ice to breathe
Get my momma a Benz
My baby mama a Jeep
Fake friends a liability
I rather real enemies
I want my credits
That's why I stay worrying bout the end
And making ends meet
Riding down the block in a Bentley
Or Aston Martin
With my shorty watching Martin
Like a bodega
I'm trying to corner the market
No more Sega
I'm focusing on the target
So my kids never know what it's like to feel starving
We sin all the time
Then at night yeah we pray
From my mouth to Gods ears
Hope He hear what we say
We get by 'til next day
Then get high celebrate
Then get fly & get cake
From NY to LA that's all day
Uh huh
This is for my hitters in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my hitters with the heat
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look my way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Hope the cops don't look your way
Spread love It's the Brooklyn way
Huh
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): David Edmond
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