Lil Baby, Vince Staples - EAST POINT PRAYER lyrics

Money, mansion, hundred racks plus
Duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot shit, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, made it to Atlanta

Off of Camp Creek, with no plan C
I was here first, understand me
You gotta stay alert, understand me
If they catch me, they gon' blast me

Yeah
Bounce out, chunkin' up the hood
Money in the bank, so I'm feelin' good
Pulled up on the gang, never Hollywood
Showin' em the way
So they show a nigga love
But, these lil' niggas runnin' wild
Bought a .40 Cal., out the Jordan Downs
Married to the streets, know she get around
I never wanna leave, I'm
Never out of bounds
Yeah

Ain't no peacin' up if you body one of us
Body for a body, big body Benz truck
Bounce out boogie, play pussy, get fucked
When these niggas get tough
Since when these niggas want war with us
Liquor, gun shot, bloodshot corneas
I been out all night, tryna make it out
Swear to God that the set
Was the safest route
And what they about

Money, mansion, hundred racks plus
Duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot shit, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, made it to Atlanta

I took big risks, now I'm a big fish
A billion dollars at the top of my to-do list
Buy a villa in Saint-Barts, maybe
A cruise ship, well
Really a yacht
Just to say that I got it
Product of my environment
Keep my cutter for the snakes
You know this shit can get slimey
Ain't have to make no call to gang'nem
They already beside me
Where the money at
That's more than likely where
You can find me
I can't honor that
You know that shit was flawed
When you tried it
This shit crazy, nobody wanna

Put in the work
But wanna get paid though
I'ma keep on spendin' on lawyers
Until the case closed
I'm probably not comin'
I'm not the one you should wait on
I want this shit bad
Hope it don't take long
Everybody callin' with they problem
Not to check on me
They say, "If it happened
Then it's meant to be" guess we'll see
I knew you was lyin' when you had
Told me you would never leave
I can't keep on goin' back and forth
I gotta let it be
(Money, mansion, hundred racks plus
Duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah
You ain't shot shit, get your stats up
Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there, when it mattered)