Roc Marciano - Thug's Prayer lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Thug's Prayer lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, come on peace my nigga
That’s what I’m talkin’ about
Shed a thug’s tear, say a thug prayer
Put money in my mom’s hand
Yo, we took money, put ‘em under the study
Went from skinny to chubby in
The city that’s gully
Back again, it’s the hideous
Ugly gritty McGillicutty
Put the squeeze on a nigga like Silly Putty
Keep the arm chunky, fingers is heavy, plus
(what else?)
The ring sparkle in your grill like 7 Up
In the Lexus truck, dressed up
Word to Dapper Dan
Gold bands on the hand like Shazam (damn)
Throw a thunderbolt, rappers will somersault
(uh huh)
Pelle’s butter soft, crabs in butter sauce
Perhaps let a couple off, skin bubble off
Hustlin’ soft, up in the loft
Ain’t no love lost (nah)
Just thug lords and drug wars (uh huh)
Big butt whores to crush raw (get ‘em)
Hit dust blunts and eight-inch pumps
Dick sucked, they ain’t make faces crunch
The clutch got paper cuts (ugh)
Nothing is sacred to us
Whether it be cake crust
Grape nuts, no bacon deluxe
As if niggas is duct taped
Up and mistaken for lunch
My stomach been aching for months (come on)
Hands shakin’ while I’m making this up
Blazin’ a dutch turning the pages in my book
Where cocaine is cooked we stay put
Slang drugs there we say a thug’s prayer
Yeah, shed a thug’s tear, say a thug’s prayer
Uh, yeah, Monster Crack, remember that?
We was young like Similac
Hustle to get a stack
Fuck giving back, ain’t nobody give me jack
(nothin') so a couple niggas got jacked
Bitches got smacked (come on)
We was in black filling up gym bags
Money spilling out, spinning out, quick, fast
Live for the day
Cause my time’ll come and pass (one day)
Will I go out in a blast, or will I outlast?
(I wonder) niggas before me that found death
Early was done dirty
And most were under 30 got hit in the jersey
(damn)
To call a man’s momma when he pass ain’t easy
When she screaming "Lord have mercy!" (damn)
Have you ever lost a close homie?
And have to see him cold on a gurney? (hmm)
You’re not alone on your journey
Time heals all wounds
That’s what my nigga Zo told me
But yet I still feel so lonely
(thug’s prayer)
Yeah, shed a thug’s tear
And say a thug’s prayer
That’s what I’m talkin’ about
Shed a thug’s tear, say a thug prayer
Put money in my mom’s hand
Yo, we took money, put ‘em under the study
Went from skinny to chubby in
The city that’s gully
Back again, it’s the hideous
Ugly gritty McGillicutty
Put the squeeze on a nigga like Silly Putty
Keep the arm chunky, fingers is heavy, plus
(what else?)
The ring sparkle in your grill like 7 Up
In the Lexus truck, dressed up
Word to Dapper Dan
Gold bands on the hand like Shazam (damn)
Throw a thunderbolt, rappers will somersault
(uh huh)
Pelle’s butter soft, crabs in butter sauce
Perhaps let a couple off, skin bubble off
Hustlin’ soft, up in the loft
Ain’t no love lost (nah)
Just thug lords and drug wars (uh huh)
Big butt whores to crush raw (get ‘em)
Hit dust blunts and eight-inch pumps
Dick sucked, they ain’t make faces crunch
The clutch got paper cuts (ugh)
Nothing is sacred to us
Whether it be cake crust
Grape nuts, no bacon deluxe
As if niggas is duct taped
Up and mistaken for lunch
My stomach been aching for months (come on)
Hands shakin’ while I’m making this up
Blazin’ a dutch turning the pages in my book
Where cocaine is cooked we stay put
Slang drugs there we say a thug’s prayer
Yeah, shed a thug’s tear, say a thug’s prayer
Uh, yeah, Monster Crack, remember that?
We was young like Similac
Hustle to get a stack
Fuck giving back, ain’t nobody give me jack
(nothin') so a couple niggas got jacked
Bitches got smacked (come on)
We was in black filling up gym bags
Money spilling out, spinning out, quick, fast
Live for the day
Cause my time’ll come and pass (one day)
Will I go out in a blast, or will I outlast?
(I wonder) niggas before me that found death
Early was done dirty
And most were under 30 got hit in the jersey
(damn)
To call a man’s momma when he pass ain’t easy
When she screaming "Lord have mercy!" (damn)
Have you ever lost a close homie?
And have to see him cold on a gurney? (hmm)
You’re not alone on your journey
Time heals all wounds
That’s what my nigga Zo told me
But yet I still feel so lonely
(thug’s prayer)
Yeah, shed a thug’s tear
And say a thug’s prayer