P-R-A-Y

From Chiraq, you can see how I’m glidin’

Turnin’ corners, we was coastin’ to the dread spot sliding’

Man been graced but the man been ill

And the man been tight, so I’m posted like a healer prescribin’

Self-soothin’, soda pop in them mimosa glasses

And I ain’t cheerin’,

Just cheffing that flame

Where the dish look rich, tell em chill while I splash it

Waitin’, I’m spaced, like vintage denim

You don’t hear it like this except every blue moon hittin’

That dude got some Coltrane in him, speakin’ with that brass

Preachin’ heavy facts, dog spit that grit

Better mind your lips, better guard your neck

Better choose the right way when the lanes split

And for real, I take the long route

Why I’d trace your trail, like I’m stuck in your kicks?

Don’t trip, this ain’t Madden Sundays

I ain’t laid back with my feet in position

Truth is, I’m behind your blind side

But I’m slidin’ through clean, better peek from your left side

Peek quick like, “Where he post at?”

You got clocks in your domepiece

You got clocks in your hat like a style with a flat fee

I stay crisp but I still got grime, test me

You should know by now, y’all lames

Ain’t really got bars like me

Speakin' with that brass

Speakin' with that brass, preachin' that real

Homie, pop your piece, homie, pop your piece

Spittin’ with that soul might get you pressed

But I ain’t pressin’ pause, you better pray, it’s fine

Til I’m slidin’ with the top peeled back, grin stretch wide

And a hand to the sky like I got that drive

Look, steam in the whip like a sauna booth

Glass cubes in a zone, that’s a turf with some weight

Tipsy tryna dip, that’s kid games

Unfair when one slip blockin’ off whole plays

Yo, what a deviation

My dude, peep the globe, that’s domination

Top-downs in the hood, sittin’ heavy on them deuces

Still checkin’ in on them food stamps

Lowkey blowin' checks on a freak

Mama in the house tryna stack them loose bands

Can’t paint a pic clear through the pain and mascara

Gotta hit the body shop for a few grands

Face lift turn to pay flips

But I’m gon’ always preach like I’m Moody with the blue jam

Most these cats just stage-play

And I can’t keep runnin’ back that old film

These dudes passin’ round same IG baddies

I ain’t dumb, talkin’ whole eloquence

Didn’t trip once, homie, I ain't new here

Soda pop for the baddies in mimosa glass

Tell one slide over, pour it up, no fear

She don’t cut up, she can hold this fact

Tell her read it off the page while I twist my leaf

Tryna find peace cause the game goes deep

I ain’t fallin’ back in that trash repeat

Better bounce out quick when I speak

Cause I swear that this soul don’t miss a beat