Thug's Prayers (Jon Jon)

Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
I pray that this money that I'm making off they head don't catch up to me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
Aye my probation agent hatin' yea
She don't really fuck with me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
Let me sell another ounce 'fore they track me down
I barely ever get piss tested
But today I'm getting piss tested
And whats gon' make it even worse
Is that I took a hit of piff to the lips
Nigga I was stressin'
Go to the store like where the knives and that
30p they gonna treat it like a violent act
When in reality that's what push the violence back
I would have been merked a nigga if I ain't have no pack
I ain't got no racks
My job ain't paying me crap
They want me to pay
My rest of tuition that's like three stacks
Like how the hell I'm gonna get that
The clock is tickin'
The only way to get it in time is to get a lick in
Go on a mission
Load up the 30 that's what i'll do
Sip on a 40 with my homies
Then we wait until two
Make it 2:50 grab the 30 and the first one I see
Is getting robbed for they money and we split it in three
I gotta think
(think, think, think)
Was that really needed
(Yup)
Was 100 dollars from my victims worth my freedom
(Yup)
If the money for the court
Don't get paid they gon' take it any way
'nother dollar 'nother day
Suck my penis
Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
I pray that this money that I'm making off they head don't catch up to me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
Aye my probation agent hatin' yea
She don't really fuck with me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
Let me sell another ounce 'fore they track me down
This is for my niggas working nine to five
And still hustle
Cause a nigga can't shine
Off seven twenty-five
It ain't always about the shine, they be about trying to survive
In a world with a coat dying, only rich thrive (uh)
I just miss my obama care
The next time to sign up is gonna be next year
But that ain't an option 'cause I need the dough to see the proper doctor
So I'm kicking in your dough
It ain't my fault I'm sick of shockers
What I said to the judge
But the judge don't agree
Like how the hell you judging me if you ain't come from the streets
If you ain't been in this position where there's nothing to eat
The only way to get rid of the hunger is falling asleep
And when I fall asleep I fall into a very perfect dream
Where everything is working for my family and the team
No more selling, work or robbin'
Yea that'd be lovely
Then I wake up from that dream where we' still hungry
That just turned me to a drugstore make me to rob more
If you hustling on my block, chief you declare war
I don't give a shit if we both the same colour you are not my brother if we do not have the same mother, mother fucker
Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
I pray that this money that I'm making off they head don't catch up to me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(Oh hey god)
Aye my probation agent hatin' yea
She don't really fuck with me
(I'm in the kitchen water whippin')
Oh hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
Let me sell another ounce 'fore they track me down
This a prayer for my niggas whipping yayo in the pot
Fuck the law ain't no justice when your killer is a cop
This a prayer for my niggas with them ninas and them glocks
Fuck the law ain't no justice when your killer is a cop
This a prayer for my niggas hitting licks and never stop
Fuck the law ain't no justice when your killer is a cop
This a prayer for my niggas on the tier or on the block
Put your mouth on them phones cause that's the way they make you talk
Oh hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
(hey)
Hey god, hey god, hey god
Let me sell another ounce 'fore they track me down