prayers

They hear one song and say Marku boy, you rock
I can really see this shit up on the top
Tryna make it out the mud I'm with the crops
I'm gon' need a couple prayers cause I got ops, they watch
Think I'm paranoid cause I can hear them talk
Hear them knocking on my door they picked the lock
Deep inside I know no one walking 'round at nine o'clock, tell yo mind to stop

Impatient for the days I got a limp
Hunnid AU racks green yellow tint
At least then I can finally spoil my bitch
Without showing pockets full of lint
I woke up in this bitch I feel like shit
If you talk shit I ain't gon' write a list
You trippin' if you think I give a shit
I barely notice you even exist

They'll want a piece of the pie I ain't gon give them shit
Look at my stats right now I'm gon tell you they don't share my shit
Bitch don't hold my hand, read my cues why I flick my wrist
All this shit's a scam, probably can't win unless I sign some shit

Can't win, can't win, can't win
Can't win, can't win, can't win
Can't win, can't win, can't win
Can't win, can't win, can't win



Credits
Writer(s): Marku Mcracks
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