Lyrics Prayer Hands - Young Rai

(Yeh, yeah)
I think I worked ten thousand hours working for this shit
At this point I'll be damned if a nigga tell me shit
My nigga, Is you tripping'? Can't tell me shit
Nah they can't tell me shit I'm bout to go in
Praying for this life so much, got stretch marks on my wrists
Young Rai tatted on my wrists
You shake my hands, you can't forget who it is
Please don't ask no stupid questions, do not test me
All my friends look good that's not my shawty
Promise that's my bestie

Tip toe on my feet, but my bag is way too hefty
Swear that in a couple years
These thotties wish they never left me
Shoot it with my right hand but laid it with my lefty
Keep 'em guessing
That bitch arch so good her spinal cord look like a crescent
I'm not like them niggas who ain't tried and called it quits
I'm the type to call the shots then hang up when they hit
I'm the type to kill my prey and eat 'em whilst they fresh
Keep on killing while they dead
Keep on stacking while I spread
While I spread
Niggas so pussy I swear to God that they be on they period
It could be a giant with a rocket launcher
If it ain't God I swear I don't fear it (Nah)
How could I fear it (Nah)
Since the birth I've been the purest
(Yuh)
Been the cleanest since I was fetus before I was breathin', uh
I been eating and taking these beatings before I was teething, uh
Since I've been crawling'
I been heard my blessings, they been callin'
These loved ones lost but not forgotten
I'm praying hard please beg my pardon
(Praying hard please beg my pardon)

Praying for this life so much, got stretch marks on my wrists
Young Rai tatted on my wrists
You shake my hands, you can't forget who it is
Please don't ask no stupid questions, do not test me
All my friends look good that's not my shawty
Promise that's my bestie

I promise that's my gangy
I been had these sketches, now I got these pictures painted
He'll be straight after he leave them bars like braces, no retainers
I swear I had just woke up to check my phone and see these favors
I swear that's they true nature man, nigga, show me paper
Where's the bread? I want it
Where's the bread? I wonder
Promise, that's a topic that'll put you six feet under
In the dirt, got six feet on him
Look what came upon him
Could have blessings if he caught 'em
Capture all my blessings my wrists stretched
I live with prayer hands
Took a lot to build my trust
I can't roll 'round with any mans
She said she tryna jugg
I told her I got drinks just text your friends
Peace all around the world we can't attain it so just keep your
Prayer hands
(Stretch marks on my wrists)
Prayer hands, just go and stack these bands
Prayer hands
(Stretch marks on my wrists)
Nigga tried to say I couldn't,
Nigga I can do what you can't uh huh
(Praying for this life so much got stretch marks on my wrists)
(Just go and stack these bands)
(Think I spent ten thousand hours working for this shit)
(Can't tell me shit)