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tha god fahim – prayin wit my glock lyrics

[intro]
uh+huh+uh+huh+uh
uh+huh
uh, yeah
you gon’ f+ck around and get clapped, n+gga
talkin’ that sh+t, n+gga
runnin’ your motherf+ckin’ mouth, n+gga
you ain’t movin’ like a real gangsta, n+gga, you don’t talk like that, n+gga
you don’t know what the f+ck you doin’, n+gga
save that for n+ggas like me, dawg
check it, uh

[chorus]
prayin’ wit’ my glock, it’s like a ceremony
prayin’ wit’ my glock, i’m never by my lonely
prayin’ wit’ my glock, thinkin’ of my dead homies
prayin’ wit’ my glock, pray it’s sacred and holy

[verse 1]
i never speak on what i don’t know
stayin’ humble and mindin’ my own business so cash can flow
but n+ggas wanna stand in my way
i’m on the way, prayin’ with my glock every day
opps get hit with dome shots, police is robots
hold a lot; sh+lls like to enter metal slots and eject
so come correct, it’s no sweat
to put a hollow top in a n+gga neck
rob the connect + he was lackin’ while stackin’
we finessed that n+gga, we ain’t even have to clap ’em
spare the motherf+cker
and i’m fully automatic, so i dare a motherf+cker
i try to show gratitude when it’s due
who is these n+ggas steppin’ to my crew?
get his abdomen drenched, wrapped in them bullets, in a clinch
that f&n splattered his sh+t, your admiral hit
so i’m prayin’ wit’ my gun
in case i gotta catch a murder charge, son
[chorus]
prayin’ wit’ my glock, it’s like a ceremony
prayin’ wit’ my glock, i’m never by my lonely
prayin’ wit’ my glock, thinkin’ of my dead homies
prayin’ wit’ my glock, pray it’s sacred and holy
prayin’ wit’ my glock, it’s like a ceremony
prayin’ wit’ my glock, i’m never by my lonely
prayin’ wit’ my glock, thinkin’ of my dead homies
prayin’ wit’ my glock, pray it’s sacred and holy

[verse 2]
dear god, as i look into the sky
i pray to you and i wonder why
why we so hopeless? why we don’t care to die?
gettin’ high off my own supply
why everything we learn is a lie? yo, why we even still try?
drinkin’ bl++dy marys, you can see it in my eyes
i’m no saint, i got hate for the devil
85 didn’t make it through them 7 levels
i can tell you as if you don’t know
i’m paranoid, got my weapon out wherever i go

[outro]
prayin’ wit’ my glock, prayin’ wit’ my glock
i was on the block, hustlin’ nonstop
prayin’ wit’ my glock, prayin’ wit’ my glock
god was on the block, hustlin’ nonstop
alhamdulillah for everything, you feel me?
all praises due to the most high, god, allah
none is worthy of such praise
and i’m out
dump gawd, muh’f+cka

- tha god fahim lyrics

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