Aasim, Rhea - Prayer lyrics

BX, I see ya! Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh
Harlem! Uh, uh huh
Staten Island!
Put your hands together, uh, uh huh
Shouts to my girl, Rhea! Uh, uh huh, yeah
Let's go! Uh, uh huh
Let's take 'em to church on this one
Money Pit 2! Uh, uh, uh huh
Uh, uh woo! Say what up boy!

Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear


No morе bein' broke, I'ma be a millionairе
Let's go

Uh, grandpops died, overdosed on cocaine
Lil' Fred died, overdosed on propane
Losin' my hair young, refused to use Rogaine
Lil' niggas empty clips, hate to be no names
Aunt Whitney passed on
A hundred and one years
My daughter sick, it's critical
It's only been one year
The one might've run around
Screamin' "Life's unfair!" i got a deal
My manager just got a hundred and one years
Through life
I shed about a hundred and one tears
This past week
Drank about a hundred and one beers
Know I got a destiny, it used to be unclear
But fuck yeah, now I understand his plan
All the bottles I broke
All the ganja I smoke
All the laws I defied, all the rhymes I wrote
I'm supposed to be greatest
And I must deliver
And the pain is the ink that
Helps me paint my picture, listen

Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Let's go

Nana Katy died, overdosed on nicotine
Sincere died, two shots to his young spleen
Five niggas died and I don't know they names
But, it's sad 'cause every last
One was just 16 and it's strange but I guess
It's a delicate world
I'm in the cage right next
To my pregnant girl
For a half burned blunt, and a dime
And some jum
Stay stressed out, fucked up, angry
And drunk for all the wrong reasons and
The means they plot
Wanna stick me for the paper
Niggas ain't even got
But when the rain dries up
And the lightin' stops
Aasim will be the light shinin'
Bright at the top
And fame is a bitch gone, just like life is
Some live treacherous, some live righteous
Food for thought
Sometimes it's hard to digest
The process to success gotta about five steps

Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Let's go

Now when the well dries up
And the flesh decay
I would hate to say I ain't do it all my way
Every gangsta or workin' man'll shine one day
On the grind so steady
Tryin' to get that pay
Now when the well dries up
And the flesh decay
I would hate to say I ain't do it all my way
Every gangsta or workin' man'll shine one day
On the grind so steady
Tryin' to get that pay

It's been a long time comin' finally here
See the plan for me now
It was kinda shaky, kinda cloudy before but
Got a lotta people in my corner
You know what it is
Rhea, take 'em to church one time

Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Now let your hands clap for me
'cause I need a prayer
And if Heaven got space then
I'll see you there
God got a plan for me, I can see it clear
No more bein' broke, I'ma be a millionaire
Let's go