Shaking When I Pray

[Intro] Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil ‘aalameen Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem Maaliki Yawmid-Deen Iyyaaka na’budu wa lyyaaka nasta’een Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem Siraatal-lazeena an’amta ‘alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi ‘alaihim wa lad-daaalleen Amen (TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it) [Verse 1] Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats I know I past it, but I get mad when they say I don’t do shit for the streets I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off link I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Sprite Easter pink I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn’t imagine what V’d have think I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn’t imagine what he’d think I’m so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ, “Play some Tink” I’m so happy, I’m fully focused, I had to slow down off the drank I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain’t cheap I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe That’s a closed casket, why that bastard still lookin’ like he sleep? I told brodie, he do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak I told Herm I need more horses, I ain’t jump up out the Jeep Well, I did, when I seen— shh, I jumped up out the seat I be shakin’ when I pray ’cause I don’t be stretchin’ out my knee I had brought a pair of buffs ‘c I was in Detroit for a week I’m went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski (Phew) [Chorus] Oh, they my rival Oh, they’ll do anything to go viral Oh, like what? They’ll kill your idol Oh, you ain’t even got a title [Verse 2] Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps ****, they no fun Two **** in the car, niggas ridin’ ’round with **** Street niggas winnin’, I just had me a foursome Never leave **** inside that jam if they know something Still free my opps, they gon’ get life when that Glock torch Could’ve have caught me, bro and them had snuck on my back porch Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up Brodie don’t hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck Brodie don’t hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck All of this bappin’, cappin’, rappin’ all for a camera Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than the cancer [Chorus] Oh, they my rival Oh, they’ll do anything to go viral Oh, like what? They’ll kill your idol Oh, you ain’t even got a title