Must Be Praying Lyrics

My homie said I don't know where you are on your spiritual journey but you must be praying

The fact you still sane after all the shit you been through

Is even hard for me to understand

Picking up the pieces

International stamps on the visas

When your heart broke, It aint no anesthesia

Turn nothing to an empire like Caesar

Got bread off the green like croutons off a ceasar

Used to get $5 pies from Lil Ceasars

Now I'm shooting dice with my bride in the Ceasars

That's the difference between you and me

The only opps I'm riding around looking for is opportunities

Can't spell opportunity without the unity

We want the residuals, anew with the annuities

You Still gotta keep a stick in my community

The tips that came with this semi auto aint gratuity

Creating perpetuity from ingenuity

Heirrogant affluently, Heirrogance influenced me

Preferably, let's do this shit congruently

Last of dying breed, it ain't no continuity (nah)

It be same ones that said it wasn't no switching up

Catch em at the right angle & shit get perpendicular

Niggas ain't credentialed to deliver this curriculum

It's time to turn that paper in nigga check the syllabus

Think twice before you get belligerent

Fuck around and end up underground with Queen Elizabeth

We doing numbers over here, this Arithmetic

I'm ill and I'm lit but I aint ever been illiterate

Help is what you better get

For my bread, for my cheese

I got heat nigga this a mozzarella stick

Thank God I got to see today

Didn't Need the ye

Black getting money off the white we call that zebra cake

But I know will go bad, so fast

Have you in the feds writing letters from the notepad

Meanwhile I'm moving state to state like a nomad

International flights round the world with a ho bag

Uh More stamps on the passports

Know we got gas you aint gotta check the dashboard

You Know I gave it to em like they asked for it

You want a verse from me you gotta pay cash for it

Nah, I don't want the street cred

being a real nigga aint the reason that my seeds fed (uh uh)

But I'm still one, real one

From the ground up I had to build something

Got shelter need food, I might have to kill something

Bring it home to the fam, I might have to grill

Something

Cup runneth over I might spill something

Selective outrage cuz if a nigga

Speaking on my wife then I might have to Will something

We can get loose but I might drill something

30 inch sew-in on the glock from Brazil or something (HaHaha)

That's Brazilian

Mind on a meal and a million

Grown man rap nun uh this aint for the children

I can see them hating throwing shade like pavilions

Nigga said he wasn't a snake, he must be a Chameleon

Soon as they start hissing It get catastrophic

Parabolic, I run through these bars like an alcoholic

They say the first step to solving a problem is

To admit you have one it's obvious that I got em

We obviously from the bottom but still we out in Nevada

Top floor of the Sahara, when you bring my bottles

Please leave the sparklers cuz

We don't want no more attention

Some of the shit they celebrating we won't even mention

If it's bouta the business then you we in attendance

If you try me they gon have to celebrate remembrance

My homie said I don't know where you are on your spiritual journey but you must be praying

The fact you still sane after all the shit you been through is even hard for me to understand

He said, I don't know where you are on your spiritual journey my nigga

But you must be praying, damn