The Prayer Lyrics - Murder For Hire 2 - Kevin Gates

Overseas mixtape tourin' 

You was probably thinkin' bout me durin' 

Quran with me, thumbin' through the surahs 

Needed moisture, wouldn't give you urine 

Rest in peace Puerto Rican J 

Yo no me canso, what the fuck he say? 

[?], who the fuck are they? 

With her mother, probably where she stay 

Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy? 

Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates 

Name in my ear, real 'til you squeal 

You no longer silent, on some gangster shit 

Hoe get out your feelings 

All on Instagram 

Internet beef, lil' dirty stinky bitch 

Hate I mean this with all my heart when I tell you 

Fuck your mama, I just bought a whip 

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On you pussy where you niggas gotta sit 

Sayin' pussy cause you sure ain't gotta dick 

Born Breadwinner, fuck that other shit 

I-I believe in a sky, a higher power 

Shots fired by your favorite rapper 

Partner - boom boom boom - God got my body 

God time to shine, I'm not satisfied 

Lucas on the line, shut up hoe be quiet 

Hoes wanna fuck Breadwinner Ron 

Come on say you don't, hoe you know you lyin' 

Pretty motherfucker, jokers say I'm ugly 

Where your real hair? Hoe you know you cryin' 

Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now 

Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you kept it 

Took a lot of L's, I became a veteran 

On a set-back, I be steady steppin' 

(Islamic Prayer) 

Double duck city, tooly rang movin' 

Out the chain gang, 40 with the drum 

Same nigga in your party goin' dumb 

Diamonds in my mouth, I don't let it run 

Rihanna wanna suck a real nigga dick 

Really going down, not in no DM 

Partner wonder why she won't let it slip 

He don't keep it real, hit him on the flip 

Meet me 'round the corner, burn him with his kids 

Why he got the biz? 

He know what he did 

Ain't no love when the winners really win 

Peddle drugs in a rental, spin your wheels 

Junkie name bought a spot, I pay the bills 

Cocaine residue up under fingernails 

All on top the table and on every scale 

Pop's scrips for me, I want every pill 

Winter cold summer, never know the feel 

Sirens pull up, we already know the drill 

Whoop the charge, but we couldn't beat the ride 

Schemin' on me, see the look in people eyes 

She a demon, while she speakin' Im'ma slide 

Nigga winkin' I ain't even muster surprise 

Calm in projects, on my feet I need to drive 

[?] close to twenty-five 

Five years ago, when I was twenty-five 

Twenty-five, facin' twenty-five to life 

Receivin' in, wasn't even read my rights 

A bitch you want some money, she can take a hike 

Me, myself, and I took my own advice 

Breadwinner films, built an enterprise 

Had to shoot some shit, depend on which device 

Go in inner law, rappers tellin' lies 

Keep it platinum, never change homie 

Heard they 'posed to got some change on you 

You go platinum, family change on you 

Mouth is platinum, spout some change on them 

I never stress when I'm touchin' me 

Think 'bout it 'fore you run up on me 

Some will say'll say that they don't fuck with me 

Probably cause they cannot fuck with me 

(Islamic Prayer)