Letra de Yak’s Prayer - Mustard

(Feat. Kodak Black)

Please believe me, me, me

Please believe me when I say

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

The streets got a nigga scarred

A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard

Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife

My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"

Prosecutor want me to leave the hood and get my mind right

Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight

In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life

She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice

Came through at the day party

Chrome on the Chevrolet, twenty-eights, scarlet

Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty

Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it

And with me, you either ride or you die

I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now

Real demon, you can see it in my eye

Since a youngin, had the projects on fire

Know they stabbed me in my back

And it went straight through my heart (Stabbed)

Took the knife out my back and I, mm

Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it

Turned the betrayal to art and I made some bread with it

I kept it Z from the start and I brought the 'jects with me

Huh, guess I'ma be the one since ain't nobody else did it

Took a shroom in the bathroom

I dreamed of this on my desks in the classroom

I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready

Told my nigga free the commissary necessary, uh

Said I was comin' home Neveruary

Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen' life very scary

Police fights, I got nothin' comin'

Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me

Twenty-three with a 45

Overnight success, but it still took a long time

I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich

It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander

My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin wanna bench

I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions

They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missin'?

Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas

All my decisions from everything, I had a witness

'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison

Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary

Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me

The streets got a nigga scarred

A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard

Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife

My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"

Prosecutor want me to leave the hood and get my mind right

Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight

In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life

She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice

CDs, movies, movies, DVDs, two for five, five for ten, ten for twenty

Excuse me, can I get some spare change?

Does your auntie still sell food stamps?

We must wake up, brothers and sisters

We must realize real eyes see these real lies

Nigga, fuck all that, blood, I just want a bean pie, blood, come on, blood

Ayy, cuh, let's go get a bottle, I'm tryna get active

Oh, she thick as fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy, check it out

Oh, uh-uh, boy, ain't nobody finna talk to your broke ass

Whatever, you rude-ass bitch, you in my set, though

I see the homegirls would fuck you up

Look what's on the menu, The Marathon Continues, I got Nipsey t-shirts

Cuh, this ain't even got a Marathon tag, give me these t-shirts, nigga

We caught an enemy, blood

Ayy, put your Franklins on and rush blood

Ah, ain't nothin' like the smell of the ghetto

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