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chris webby - prayer hands lyrics

[chorus: chris webby]
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah

[refrain: chris webby]
i’m on different levels and they know
that they can come and get it if they really want the smoke
yeah i’m seeing all these sheep around, i’m feeling like a goat
i’m the father, son, and f+cking holy ghost, hallelujah

[verse 1: chris webby]
yeah i tried to tell ’em though
i don’t give a d+mn, still the man
they been sleeping on me like their dinner plans, tryptophan
while my diet’s been nothing but ritalin in my hand
and a half a pound of mushy’s in the van, this the plan
take the world over like pinky and thе brain, switching lanes
from a rapper to a boss and sh+t, they thought this sh+t’s a gamе
keep the change, got my heart on my sleeve like a liquor stain
’cause i’m spilling while i’m sippin’, every shot is in the frame
the consensus in the game is i’m relentless
yea my sk!ll+set is tremendous
by the time i end my sentence
they gon’ know i spit that venom
word to the web that’s on my necklace
and now i’m getting plaques
sh+t i gotta go see my dentist
pick the world up and i bench it
don’t even need a spotter
then i’m dippin’ with your wifey
sippin’ wine i made from water
then i got her on my stick
learned that sh+t from harry potter
hit it, quidditch, i’ma k!ll it
better say some “our father’s”, holler
[refrain: grieves]
i’m on different levels every week
these motherf+ckers talk so much, no wonder why i drink
somebody should’ve told they ass that i was on the brink
i just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
hallelujah

[chorus: grieves]
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah

[refrain: grieves]
i’m on different levels every week
these motherf+ckers talk so much, no wonder why i drink
somebody should’ve told they ass that i was on the brink
i just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
hallelujah

[verse 2: grieves]
i’ve been on a level, on a level
everyday it’s been a battle fighting off the devil
you ain’t talking in my face, then i don’t know what else to tell you
you can take it up with management, they handle little fellas like ya
i don’t give a dam if you’ve been bumping at the gums
i’m out here buying property, you fighting over crumbs
they full of sh+t, colostomy, get off of me, i’m done
i’m already on the edge b+tch
don’t make me f+ck around and plunge
i prefer when a motherf+cker acting like he can go and get it
when you know that he ain’t gonna do sh+t
i been around the block, heard a lot of talk
some of that’ll get you stitched
rolled up and thrown in a ditch
my microphone cold as a b+tch
i’m up and i’m down, ducking you clowns
holding a hand full of grit
i bet you thinking you could probably hold a spot
better widen up your stance if you plan to take a shot
they keep try’na catch you slipping, always pushing ’round a mop
any time they wanna find me, i be ready for the drop son
[refrain: grieves]
i’m on different levels every week
these motherf+ckers talk so much, no wonder why i drink
somebody should’ve told they ass that i was on the brink
i just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
hallelujah

[chorus: grieves]
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah

- chris webby lyrics

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