Hustler’s Prayer

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh It's Ricky These are the real Sopranos Look [Verse 1: Rick Hyde] 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 devastating loss like the Lakers My mama see me shining on you niggas like a Jacob [?] Rollie on my left wrist I'ma keep a Jaylen Brown of the best shit (Facts) Stir it in the water like its Nesquik The last 50 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 sweeping like there's crumbs all in the kitchen I was still worried even though I kept my distance Free my brother Booney Once again them people pinched him Talkin' bout like 430 thousand and then some The money is the difference (The 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 [Chorus: Rick Hyde, Heem] 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, Heem nigga) And if I die before I wake up (Rick Hyde, what up) I'm just thankful for this paper [Verse 2: Heem] Took a couple losses, couple niggas crossed us We hiring for shooters nigga, step into my office Your resume important, we duckin' law enforcements Your OG was a rat, heard your father got extorted Put a wire on recorded, led him to a warrant We witness dead bodies, just another day on warrant Just kill 'em, fuck a warning, the undercover swarming A week straight, 'member doin' a shooting every morning We up with Tom Joyner, the block feel like a sauna We loading up guns, drinking, smoking marijuana Hired from my mama 'cause I sell Madonna Screaming "Fuck the jury", middle finger to your honor Money bring the problems, kill 'em for a comma Catch me on the run with the Drako like Osama Forgive me for my sins, I know I'm living reckless Just hope the Lord take me when they put me on that stretcher, nigga (They know) [Chorus: Rick Hyde] 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