Benny the Butcher, Lobby Boyz - Praying lyrics
Jeremie Damon Pennick
[Benny the Butcher, Lobby Boyz - Praying lyrics]
Yo, yeah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Yeah, remember days in the lobby
Now I'm hittin' curbs
Spillin' drinks in the Ferrari
Boy, I done fucked half the
Bitches in this party
Got drunk and let a artist
Draw pictures on my body
Chains over necks, rocks dancin' over gold
Still with the shit
Gave my wife up for these hoes
You gotta understand
The highs comes with the lows
You gotta stand up
This life comes with a code
Pulled up to the spot
I'm with Capo and The Butcher
Give it here, let me cut these bricks
I'm a butcher
Couple niggas that I didn't kill
But I shoulda
Couple bitches that I didn't kill
But I coulda
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
The game up and down, so the runs be periodic
Tryna stuff a world record
In these Amiri pockets
You're curious about me
Urus coppin' and jewelry shoppin'
I made that white girl fly like Mary Poppins
Niggas tellin' me I made it, and I be like
"How so?"
Crazy shit, I really did, I be in denial
Though 'Cause it was hard to smile broke
Now I'm up and my whole town know
I keep a shooter like John Malvo
Changed people life around me
And a few of 'em
Only sit and talk about the shit
That I ain't do for 'em
Independent, I jumped in
This business maneuverin'
Niggas from my era, rich, dead or Uberin'
NBA, NFL endorsements, I'm clearin' 'em
Still talkin' is heroin
To corporate America, ah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touched drugs with, ah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
Just left the jeweler
I was checkin' on my water bill
Wrist like eighty and my neck
Like a quarter mill' jets to Miami
But we landed out in Lauderdale
Cold nigga, if you shook my hand
You woulda caught a chill
Like you stuck your hand in a freezer
We could make a hundred off dust
That we cram in the freezer
Now the wrist like Christmas, like, damn
Ebenezer tell the pilot I changed my mind
We might land in Ibiza
I just bought another house
That's a million and some change
But I still run around with
Them killers in the Range
I refuse to ever let these suckers
Ever kill me in this game
I got deals in the 'caine
That I really can't explain
So in the words of the immaculate East 30
When the times get rough
You gotta keep sturdy
And little niggas think they tough
You gotta keep thirty
And my plug, he don't know English
But he speak birdie and now I'm in a heist
While I'm crunchin' numbers
Hollow in the nights, all the drunken summers
But two friends of mine just
Died in the same week
That means two mothers
They just cried in the same week
I guess we all waitin' for our day to come
Hey, God, don't judge me for every time I
Had to wave a gun
Old times ain't go for all my prior crimes
And all the watches that I brought
I couldn't buy me time
We was bringin' coke through the
Port back in '99
When I die, tell 'em check the raps, bitch
Every line for line
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
I'm prayin' with the same hands
That I sold drugs with
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Yeah, remember days in the lobby
Now I'm hittin' curbs
Spillin' drinks in the Ferrari
Boy, I done fucked half the
Bitches in this party
Got drunk and let a artist
Draw pictures on my body
Chains over necks, rocks dancin' over gold
Still with the shit
Gave my wife up for these hoes
You gotta understand
The highs comes with the lows
You gotta stand up
This life comes with a code
Pulled up to the spot
I'm with Capo and The Butcher
Give it here, let me cut these bricks
I'm a butcher
Couple niggas that I didn't kill
But I shoulda
Couple bitches that I didn't kill
But I coulda
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
The game up and down, so the runs be periodic
Tryna stuff a world record
In these Amiri pockets
You're curious about me
Urus coppin' and jewelry shoppin'
I made that white girl fly like Mary Poppins
Niggas tellin' me I made it, and I be like
"How so?"
Crazy shit, I really did, I be in denial
Though 'Cause it was hard to smile broke
Now I'm up and my whole town know
I keep a shooter like John Malvo
Changed people life around me
And a few of 'em
Only sit and talk about the shit
That I ain't do for 'em
Independent, I jumped in
This business maneuverin'
Niggas from my era, rich, dead or Uberin'
NBA, NFL endorsements, I'm clearin' 'em
Still talkin' is heroin
To corporate America, ah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touched drugs with, ah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
Just left the jeweler
I was checkin' on my water bill
Wrist like eighty and my neck
Like a quarter mill' jets to Miami
But we landed out in Lauderdale
Cold nigga, if you shook my hand
You woulda caught a chill
Like you stuck your hand in a freezer
We could make a hundred off dust
That we cram in the freezer
Now the wrist like Christmas, like, damn
Ebenezer tell the pilot I changed my mind
We might land in Ibiza
I just bought another house
That's a million and some change
But I still run around with
Them killers in the Range
I refuse to ever let these suckers
Ever kill me in this game
I got deals in the 'caine
That I really can't explain
So in the words of the immaculate East 30
When the times get rough
You gotta keep sturdy
And little niggas think they tough
You gotta keep thirty
And my plug, he don't know English
But he speak birdie and now I'm in a heist
While I'm crunchin' numbers
Hollow in the nights, all the drunken summers
But two friends of mine just
Died in the same week
That means two mothers
They just cried in the same week
I guess we all waitin' for our day to come
Hey, God, don't judge me for every time I
Had to wave a gun
Old times ain't go for all my prior crimes
And all the watches that I brought
I couldn't buy me time
We was bringin' coke through the
Port back in '99
When I die, tell 'em check the raps, bitch
Every line for line
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
I'm prayin' with the same hands
That I sold drugs with
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches
I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
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