Thugs Prayer

Roc Marciano – "Thug's Prayer" - Marcberg
That's what I'm talkin' about
Shed a thug's tear, say a thug prayer
Put money in my mom's hand
Yo, we took money, put 'em under the study
Went from skinny to chubby
in the city that's gully
Back again, it's the hideous, ugly gritty McGillicutty
Put the squeeze on a nigga like Silly Putty
Keep the arm chunky, fingers is heavy, plus (what else?)
The ring sparkle in your grill
7 Up
Lexus truck
dressed up, word to Dapper Dan
Gold bands on the hand like Shazam (damn!)
Throw a thunderbolt, rappers will somersault (uh-huh)
Pelle's butter soft
, crabs in butter sauce
Perhaps let a couple off
Hustlin' soft
Ain't no love lost (nah), just thug lords and drug wars (uh-huh)
to crush raw
Hit dust blunts
and eight-inch pumps
Dick sucked, they ain't make faces crunch, the clutch got paper cuts (ugh)
Nothing is sacred to us, whether it be cake crust
Grape nuts, no bacon deluxe
As if niggas is duct taped up and mistaken for lunch
My stomach been aching for months (come on)
Hands shakin' while I'm making this up,
blazin' a dutch
Turning the pages in my book
Where cocaine is cooked we stay put, slang drugs there
We say a thug's prayer
Yeah, shed a thug's tear, say a thug's prayer
Monster Crack, remember that?
We was young like Similac
hustle to get a stack
Fuck giving back, ain't nobody give me jack (nothin')
So a couple niggas got jacked
, bitches got smacked (come on)
We was in black filling up gym bags
Money spilling out, spinning out, quick, fast
Live for the day, cause my time'll come and pass (one day)
Will I go out in a blast, or will I outlast?
Niggas before me that found death early was done dirty
And most were under 30
got hit in the jersey (damn)
To call a man's momma when he pass ain't easy
When she screaming "Lord have mercy!" (damn)
And have to see him cold on a gurney?
You're not alone on your journey
Time, heals all wounds, that's what my nigga Zo told me
But yet I feel so lonely (thug's prayer)
Yeah, shed a thug's tear, and say a thug's prayer