Lyrics

[Verse] Introverted, shy, chubby, my mama's baby Mama boy, still forty-deuce, they'll never change me Never pray for peace, I pray for prosperity My work ethic on go, I never pray for charity I pray for discipline, dear God, I pray you listening We all sinners down here, ain't no need to mention them I pray for a steady hand When your back against the wall, you can audible out the plans I demand an effort, I'm exercising faith I pray to God I'ma see another day It's been five hundred and ninety-nine, the new normal Taking a toll on a nigga soul, I should warn you I am not thе same, I don't apologize They stay looping our trauma on thе net to desensitize I pray for internal healing Can empathize with the struggle, but to know the feeling something different I'm praying for my loved ones I'm handing out flowers and prayin' they never showered With lead because they had to make a store run Tap dance for them dollars 'til they on your street Demanding to unseat and they brandishing them same guns Now we talking 'bout layers Pimping politics, they still trying to play us You should give 'em what they gave you, thoughts and prayers [Outro] You should give 'em what they gave you You should give— give 'em what they gave— gave you Thoughts and prayers You— You— You should give 'em what they gave you You should give 'em— give 'em what they ga— gave you Th— Th— Th— Th— Thoughts and prayers Thought— Thought— Th— Thought— Thought— Thought— Thought— Thoughts and prayers You should give 'em— You should give 'em what they gave you Thoughts and prayers You should give— give 'em— what they gave you Thoughts and prayers You should give 'em what they gave— gave— gave you Thoughts and prayers