Thug's Prayers (Jon Jon) - IDK

Hey God, I pray this money that I’m makin'

Off the Yay' don’t catch up

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God and my probation agent hatin'

Yeah, she don’t really fuck with me

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Let me sell another ounce before they track me down

I barely ever get piss tested

But today I’m gettin' piss tested

And what’s gon' make it even worse

Is that I took a hit of piff to the lips, nigga I was stressin'

Go to the store like where the Nauzene at

Dirty pee, they gon' treat it like a violent act

When in reality that’s what push the violence back

I woulda been murked a nigga if I ain’t had no pack

I ain’t got no racks, my job ain’t paying me crap

They want me to pay my restitution, that’s like three stacks

Like how the hell am I gon' get that, the clock is tickin'

The only way to get it in time is to get a lickin'

Go on a mission, load up the .30, that’s what I’ll do

Sip on a 40 with my homies, then we wait until two

Make it 2:50, grab the .30 and the first one I see

Is gettin' robbed for they money and we split it in three

I gotta think, think, think, think, was that really needed

Was a hundred dollars from the victims worth my freedom

If the money for the court don’t get paid

They gon take it anyway

'Nother dollar, 'nother day, suck my penis

Hey God, I pray this money that I’m makin'

Off the Yay' don’t catch up

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God and my probation agent hatin'

Yeah, she don’t really fuck with me

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Let me sell another ounce before they track me down

This is for my niggas work a nine to five and still hustle

'Cause a nigga can’t shine off 7.25

It ain’t always 'bout the shine, it be 'bout tryna' survive

In a world where the po' die and the rich thrive

I just missed my Obamacare

The next time to sign up is gonna' be next year

But that ain’t an option 'cause I need the dough

To see the proper doctor, so I’m kickin in your door

It ain’t my fault, I’m Silkk the Shocker

What I said to the judge, but the judge don’t agree

Like the how the hell you judgin' me

If you ain’t come from the streets

If you ain’t been in this position where it’s nothin' to eat

The only way to get rid of that hunger’s fallin' asleep

And when I fall asleep, I fall in to a very perfect dream

Where everything is working for my family and the team

No more sellin' work or robbin', yeah that’d be lovely

Then I wake up from the dream and be still hungry

That just turn me to a drug store and make me rob more

If you hustlin' on my block, Chief, you declare war

I don’t give a shit, if we both the same color

You are not my brother if we do not have the same mother

Motherfucker

Hey God, I pray this money that I’m makin'

Off the Yay' don’t catch up

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God and my probation agent hatin'

Yeah, she don’t really fuck with me

I’m in the kitchen water whippin'

Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Let me sell another ounce before they track me down

This a prayer for my niggas whippin' Yayo in the pot

Fuck the law, ain’t no justice when your killer is a cop

This a prayer for my niggas with the Ninas and them Glocks

Fuck the law, ain’t no justice when your killer is a cop

This a prayer for my niggas hittin' licks and never stop

Fuck the law, ain’t no justice when your killer is a cop

This a prayer for my niggas on the tier or on the block

Front your mouth on them fosters 'cause that the way that they get caught

Hey God, hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Hey God, hey God, hey God

Let me sell another ounce before they track me down