Ace Hood - A Hustler's Prayer lyrics
[Ace Hood - A Hustler's Prayer lyrics]
I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama live, Starvation
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep
That Glock on me i’m just thankful I woke up
To see another day, hey-ey-ey
Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dawg and I felt like
This the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter
Felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on mama, fifth o' the Hen
I’m just gonna slow sip
Cause, I’m way to stressed and again
I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see
A man with no fear oh lord
Oh lord this world is hell
Although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my bible, why
Oh why must I just keep on sinnin'?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake
Now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s
Gettin' life in prison
I’m tryin’ to tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now
Woke up early in the morning
Said I gotta get it loaded up my pistol
I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama
You just pray for me
Gotta make this money so
My family forever eatin'
That Jesus piece around my neck keep
The devil away from me
In an old school cutlass keep that
Problem with me on the seat
Just hope I'm right put the man above
Before I go to sleep and
Ain't nothing lesser than a G
That’s how they bury me have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pour me out some liquor when
You’re at the wake and I’ll be good as long
As I know daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote
This is a hustler's prayer
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama live, Starvation
If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep
That Glock on me i’m just thankful I woke up
To see another day, hey-ey-ey
Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dawg and I felt like
This the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter
Felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on mama, fifth o' the Hen
I’m just gonna slow sip
Cause, I’m way to stressed and again
I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see
A man with no fear oh lord
Oh lord this world is hell
Although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my bible, why
Oh why must I just keep on sinnin'?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake
Now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s
Gettin' life in prison
I’m tryin’ to tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now
Woke up early in the morning
Said I gotta get it loaded up my pistol
I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama
You just pray for me
Gotta make this money so
My family forever eatin'
That Jesus piece around my neck keep
The devil away from me
In an old school cutlass keep that
Problem with me on the seat
Just hope I'm right put the man above
Before I go to sleep and
Ain't nothing lesser than a G
That’s how they bury me have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pour me out some liquor when
You’re at the wake and I’ll be good as long
As I know daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote
This is a hustler's prayer