Rick Hyde, Heem - Hustler's Prayer Lyrics

Uh-huh
It's Ricky
(These are the real sopranos)

Look, Lord forgive me for my sins
And thank you for this paper
I'm humble just enough to tell you niggas get your cake up
Yeah, I took a devastatin' loss like the Lakers (damn)
My mama see me shinin' on you niggas like a Jacob
'Til that Rollie on my left wrist
I'ma keep a Jaylen Brown of the best shit (facts)
Stir it in the water like it's Nesquik (whip, whip)
The last fifty was my best flip, then I made an exit
I was bold enough to sell that shit and man enough to just quit
The feds started sweepin' like there's crumbs all in the kitchen
I was still worried even though I kept my distance
Free my brother Boonie (free Boons)
once again them people pinched him
Talkin' 'bout like hour-hundred-thirty-thousand and then some
The money is the difference (that money)
Can't eat if you ain't vicious
This the type of shit you go through when in the trenches
Lookin' like a ticket I spent it and I meant it
I'm thankful every day I got myself out my position motherfucker, uh

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake up
I'm just thankful for this paper
Now I lay me down to sleep (they know)
I pray to God my soul to keep (big BSF, it's Heem, nigga)
And if I die before I wake up (ayy, Hyde, what up?)
I'm just thankful for this paper

Took a couple losses
Couple niggas crossed us
We're hirin' for shootas nigga step into my office
You're resume important, we duckin law enforcements
Your OG was a rat/ heard your father got extorted
With a wire on recorded lead him to a warrant
We witness dead bodies, just another day on warrant
Just kill 'em fuck a warning
The undercover swarmin'
A week straight 'member doin a shootin' every mornin'
We up with Tom Joyner
The block feel like a sauna
We loadin' up good, drinkin', smokin', marijuana
Hidin' from my mama
'Cause I sell Madonna
Screamin' fuck the jury
Middle finger to your honor
Money bring the problems
Kill 'em for a comma
Catch me on the run with the Draco like Osama
Forgive me for my sins, I know I'm livin' reckless
Just hope the Lord take me
When they put me on that stretcher, nigga, uh (they know)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake up
I'm just thankful for this paper
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake up
I'm just thankful for this paper