Tasha the Amazon - Prayer

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For your entertainment,
I be on another wave b****,
I don't do it for the payment,
But somebody better f**** pay me.

Cuz I ain't dying broke, dying nameless,
And I ain't even leaving till the flame’s lit,
The dirtiest players in the game, s**t
….call me Clay Davis.

Always grind, never low key,
That’s how I stay hot in the cold breeze,
I got a degree and I sold trees,
To pay my student loans and my gold teeth.

I’m always on the stoop with some rugged crews,
Always talking truths with my f*** youths,
Always hit 'em hard like a hundred proof,
Always all black down to my f**** shoes.

I’m rare, like hood Deepak,
My bank roll don't need that,
I don't flex, I just lean back,
I don't flex I just lean back.

Lean back, on 'em like a refill,
And my squad ain’t f***** with your clique still
This is my life, leave me to my free will,
Look at me like she won't, maybe she will.

Come on, run with me while I put my work in,
I’m gone, like I'm packing up my Birkins,
I’m a gravedigger cuz I put my dirt in,
Come sing for my soul like a church hymn.

And I’m burnin’
And this s**t ain’t medicinal
Nah, I’m runnin’ with criminals
On a wave, it’s a flood like I’m biblical

Never die,
I’m f***** invincible
“PRAYER” - TASHA THE AMAZON

CHORUS:
All my villains in the lair,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)
All my villains in the lair,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)

Two gun fingers in the air,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)
Two gun fingers in the air,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)

Make it say, “Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer


VERSE 2:
Keep your gun fingers up,
Hoes down, all my winners up,
The critics wanna talk, like I give a f****,
I’mma swipe on them haters like it's Tinder, (f*** with me).

I came from the bottom like the sediment,
Keep my head on the money like a president,
You can watch but don't judge, like a reverend,
Cause I'm ‘bout to be the best that I ever been.

Dudes rapping ‘bout glamour like b****es,
Your shirt and your Margiela britches,
The streets in all black, we stay twisted,
Come find me out back, getting lifted.

The nighttime’s the right time for talking and wishing,
At the bar, steady plotting these missions,
Talk turn to walk and it’s all in position,
Squad made of gods, homie, we a religion.
Lighters flicking in the basement,
Faces to the front like a congregation,
You’re in the grace of the greatness,
Give praise and keep the acid away from the basics.

I ain’t wasted, I’m just high above the game,
Like I’m weightless, go ahead and wave, b****.
You can’t relate cuz we’re flagrant,
This is a statement before we eat the world, say graces.

I see Buddha when I hit a puff,
See good Muslims all up in the titty club,
See good Christian girls want that good d**k,
But it's hard to see God in that hood s**t.

We’re only close to heaven when we’re high as f****,
So I said, go ahead, put your lighters up,
We’re just trying to find a win, can you blame us?
These the type of sins make us famous.

CHORUS:
All my villains in the lair,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)
All my villains in the lair,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)

Two gun fingers in the air,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)
Two gun fingers in the air,
(Get it! Say a prayer!)

Make it say, “Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer

“Brap, brap, brap, brap”
That’s the prayer