ceto – hail mary lyrics
[intro: jay electronica]
for every casualty i felt, i blow a hundred racks
hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
tell the dj to run it back, run it back
[pre-hook: jay elecronica]
money by the trash bags, a body in a glad bag
if the 3rd ward is iraq, then the magnolia is baghdad
my swag is verified, you f-gs is terrorized
the ak-47 life’ll leave you n-ggas paralyzed
[hook: jay electronica]
hail mary for all my n-ggas in the cemetery
our father for every n-gga waitin’ on commissary
every soldier that died in magnolia took a long time to bury
it’s all kinds of scary
cause it’s quite hard to maintain that soldier-life mentality
it’s gon’ be a tragedy if that white man come and h-ssle me
slap me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
charge me with resistance when i throw my hands up
[bridge: jay electronica]
just consider me uptown
where your whole clique could get bucked down
i f-ck with that 1.5
but i never listen to bust down
in that ‘nolia, n-ggas get fixed to runnin’ them bricks
like they runnin’ touchdowns
you runnin’ yo’ mouth, they spendin’ a band, my n-gga
and you gettin’ cut down
[verse 1: ceto]
i come in ya house, that thing, give that f-ckin’ [?] to us now
a round from the chopper open up your top and spin your truck ’round
power, money, respect, n-ggas know ceto
presidential in these streets, p-ssy n-gga you get vetoed
how you scared to look through your peephole
somebody gon’ dig a deep hole catch you talkin’ to them people
you gon’ learn to respect this g code, that f-ckin’ upt code
from that mac to that [?] i grab that mac off that shelf
and turn a bad man a pallbearer and put your casket on my belt
[hook]
[verse 2: ceto]
you ask me why i do it, i just tell ’em that i can
it’s that soldier-life mentality, real n-ggas understand
keep that 40 in my hand, ridin’ around in the city
it’s some sh-t you never seen, make you think of dr. king
the way a n-gga livin’ dreams, i’ll approach ya like a ghost
been a gangster since the 90’s i done done more than most
we got money up in trash bags, bodies in the glad bags
ain’t nothin’ changed since ’94, we still wearin’ them soldier rags
[pre-hook: jay elecronica]
money by the trash bags, a body in a glad bag
if the 3rd ward is iraq, then the magnolia is baghdad
my swag is verified, you f-gs is terrorized
the ak-47 life’ll leave you n-ggas paralyzed
[hook: jay electronica]
hail mary for all my n-ggas in the cemetery
our father for every n-gga waitin’ on commissary
every soldier that died in magnolia took a long time to bury
it’s all kinds of scary
cause it’s quite hard to maintain that soldier-life mentality
it’s gon’ be a tragedy if that white man come and h-ssle me
slap me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs
charge me with resistance when i throw my hands up
for every casualty i felt, i blow a hundred racks
hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks
tell the dj to run it back, run it back
[outro: ceto]
rest in peace to all the dead n-ggas come out the motherf-ckin’ projects, ya heard me
and every ghetto worldwide
real n-gga gon’ hold it down
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