I pray to the lord everyday
But he turns a deaf ear my way
Only celebrating mediocrity
Get the numbers, fuck the art, it's sodomy
I shouldn't say that, I guess it's sort of mean
I mean I'm not sorry 'bout my honesty
What sells makes mils, pop pills pay bills
You catapulted to the top, now it's all downhill
But fuck that
It's none of my concern
What's that?
They waiting for they turn
To throw stones at a wall, sittin on top
Laughing as they pray like religion on my downfall
My name's doing rounds, it's a little cool
You look like a fool, I can't entertain
Cuz my hands are full
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen
Cut you off like I cut my hair
Don't get in the cab if you can't pay the fare
A whole year or a single day
Really don't care, really don't fuck with you that way
All these bitches got a lot to say
Look me in the eye and say it in my face
Put some respect on my hand when you're shaking it
Cuz that's the closest that you get to ever making it
People say I blow them away
The bodybag is just a blow away I'd say
It's a funeral, murdered brutally
Tell your friends to write a little eulogy
Get my name out your mouth
You thought it was a castle
But you're living in a fucking glass house
I really hope that you're not alone
I fight to win, and I'm coming at it with a bag of stones
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen
One hands got the fat rings
One hands got the pen
Put 'em both together when I pray
For patience, amen