Ceto, Jay Electronica - Hail Mary lyrics

For every casualty I felt
I blow a hundred racks
Hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
Tell the DJ to run it back, run it back

Money by the trash bags, a body in a Glad bag
If the 3rd Ward is Iraq
Then the Magnolia is Baghdad
My swag is verified, you fags is terrorized
The AK-47 life'll leave you niggas paralyzed
Hail Mary for all my niggas in the cemetery
Our Father for every nigga
Waitin' on commissary
Every soldier that died in Magnolia took
A long time to bury it's all kinds of scary
Cause it's quite hard to
Maintain that soldier-life mentality
It's gon' be a tragedy if that
White man come and hassle me
Slap me down and wrestle me
Just to put on handcuffs
Charge me with resistance when I
Throw my hands up

Just consider me Uptown
Where your whole clique could get bucked down
I fuck with that 15
But, I never listen to Bust Down
In that 'Nolia
Niggas get fixed to runnin' them bricks
Like they runnin' touchdowns
You runnin' yo' mouth, they spendin' a band
My nigga and you gettin' cut down

I come in ya house, that thing
Give that fuckin' to us now
A round from the chopper open up your
Top and spin your truck 'round
Power, money, respect, niggas know Ceto
Presidential in these streets
Pussy nigga you get vetoed
How you scared to look through your peephole
Somebody gon' dig a deep hole catch
You talkin' to them people
You gon' learn to respect this G code
That fuckin' UPT code
From that Mac to that I grab
That Mac off that shelf
And turn a bad man a pallbearer and
Put your casket on my belt

You ask me why I do it
I just tell 'em that I can
It's that soldier-life mentality
Real niggas understand
Keep that 40 in my hand
Ridin' around in the city
It's some shit you never seen
Make you think of Dr king
The way a nigga livin' dreams
I'll approach ya like a ghost
Been a gangster since the 90's I
Done done more than most
We got money up in trash bags
Bodies in the Glad bags
Ain't nothin' changed since '94
We still wearin' them soldier rags

Money by the trash bags, a body in a Glad bag
If the 3rd Ward is Iraq
Then the Magnolia is Baghdad
My swag is verified, you fags is terrorized
The AK-47 life'll leave you niggas paralyzed

Hail Mary for all my niggas in the cemetery
Our Father for every nigga
Waitin' on commissary
Every soldier that died in Magnolia took
A long time to bury it's all kinds of scary
Cause it's quite hard to
Maintain that soldier-life mentality
It's gon' be a tragedy if that
White man come and hassle me
Slap me down and wrestle me
Just to put on handcuffs
Charge me with resistance when

Throw my hands up for every casualty I felt
I blow a hundred racks
Hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
Tell the DJ to run it back, run it back

Rest in peace to all the dead
Niggas come out the motherfuckin' projects
Ya heard me and every ghetto worldwide
Real nigga gon' hold it down