So Xclu - Hood Prayer

Immaculate conception, this flow is God like
These words is like a weapon, against a hard fight
Hear to spread the message of black man plight
If shit is getting hectic just play the cards right
These niggas fronting for the Gram now
Doing hoe shit like bitches with they pants down
Clout chase and pump fakes hand and now
These niggas soft they won't go hand to hand now
Blow, they want to bang, bang shoot them up
Claiming big dog but bitches with they tail tucked
Nine milli when the heat is up
Back em down, back em up like a dump truck
Dump these niggas in the dump truck
Niggas is trash, straight ass and they out of luck
Bye, bye birdy
Kiss the steel, man the blicky feeling flirty
Shit is real, man I learned this shit too early
I'm on point, doing numbers like a jersey
Swish, a young brother balling now
My shit is pure all these other niggas watered down
I pray my niggas make it out alive
I got to pray every day that my soul survive
Living in hell put money never God first
Putting faith in this gun to avoid the hearse
I pray my niggas make it out alive
I got to pray every day that my soul survive
Living in hell putting money never God first
Putting faith in this gun to avoid the hearse
The ice cold and this drip got me watered down
These rappers food add another to my order now
Chow, heat them up like a dinner plate
Jawan just came home from a three to eight
He did five but they still got him on parole
He almost died in that cell, he said the world is cold
Hakim hustling said it's hard with a felony
Can't keep a job so he boosting and he selling weed
He got a seed, girl pregnant with another one
Risking his freedom everyday for his girl and son
That's why I pray for my niggas
Chasing a better life put they faith in the trigger
Lets do it bigger, cause they want to keep us small minded
Keep us chained but they can't keep the brain binded
We got to think outside the box, think about the top
And keep on switching up the plot
I pray my niggas make it out alive
I got to pray every day that my soul survive
Living in hell put money never God first
Putting faith in this gun to avoid the hearse
I pray my niggas make it out alive
I got to pray every day that my soul survive
Living in hell putting money never God first
Putting faith in this gun to avoid the hearse

Written by:
James Plummer

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