Come on, let's pray, homie
Dear Lord
Please forgive us for all the sins
We have brought upon us
And look down upon us with forgiveness
For all the sins we will have in the future
I know You understand that niggas ain't perfect
But we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times
This is a bad time, show us the way
And if You can't show us the way
Then forgive us for bein' lost
Brrt
Brrrrt
Yeah
Talk to these niggas okay, talk to these niggas
Yeah, uh-huh (woo)
Look, yeah
Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap (fah, fah)
Somebody gettin' whacked, drum-work, bitch (brr)
Got that D.W. stampеd on every slab
Drum-work, bitch (talk to 'em)
Big ass drum on thе bottom of the strap
Somebody gettin' whacked, drum-work, bitch (brr)
Got that D.W. stamped on all the slabs
Drum-work, bitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch (ayy), Drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch, Drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch, it's Drum-work, bitch (yeah)
We livin' in an unfortunate times (uh-huh)
Before I recorded a line, I snorted a line (sniff)
Bitch on the internet tryna say her daughter was mine (what?)
That's like me goin' to a restaurant orderin' swine (hahaha)
Niggas that pocket watch never offered a dime (not at all)
My grass is greener on this side 'cause I'm waterin' mine
I'm God in my bitch's eyes, I'm sort of divine (uh-huh)
Ayo, Big Ghost, send me a batch, bro
It's slaughterin' time
I spit it for the real niggas
If you solid, salutations (for real, nigga)
In my city, niggas'll clip you for a violation
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I was waitin' for my turn to come, yeah, I was patient (uh-huh)
That's when I just said "fuck it," and I decided to take it (woo)
A product of my environment
The bottom, the basement (uh-huh)
Some conditions I grew up with was highly hellacious
Apartment not even spacious
I jump out of the spaceship
One-hundred thousand my bracelet (talk to 'em)
That bitch said she don't suck no dick
Oh, you wildin', you basic (oh, you buggin')
Now I don't answer back her texts
And I got a replacement (ha)
A hunnid thou' to see me rock on them stages
People line up 'cause they gotta see greatness
Multimillionaire from the shit that I jot on these pages (uh-huh)
Most of these niggas just replicatin' the operation (woo)
So that mean these new rappers merely just my creation
(Those my sons)
It's safe to say that I exceeded all my calculations
(I did it big, nigga)
So tell me "congratulations," bitch (ha)
Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap (fah, fah)
Somebody gettin' whacked, drum-work, bitch (brr)
Got that D.W. stamped on every slab
Drum-work, bitch (talk to 'em)
Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap
Somebody gettin' whacked, drum-work, bitch (brr)
Got that D.W. stamped on all the slabs
Drum-work, bitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch (ayy), drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch, drum-work, bitch
Drum-work, bitch, it's drum-work, bitch (ah-haha)
Yeah, hmhm
You know you niggas still can't fuck with me, nigga
I done let off the gas a lil' bit, hmm
They still can't catch up to this shit, nigga