DJ Troublesome - Prayer To Music lyrics

[Intro:Lil B] Real hip-hop, this Lil B For all u nonbelievers, yall make me laugh [Verse 1:Lil B] You want that real sh** n***as done lived it Bruh you don't know me you be judging and sh** n***as like me i might lay ya head down, the 9 is to rep now You dont need respect now, check this my brain thinkin' streets and hustles I ain't ever did school so i bleed in the struggle f**in' wit some fake n***as cuz we all was robbers n***a some turned cool, other ones ain't stop it I choose to be that young one brother that did it All my n***as slept on me i was countin' them digits I be on that goon sh**, i dont be f**in' them b**hes No shower for days hopping in random caddillacs Riding round East Oakland with the lumberjack OGs had my back real talk i was moving fast Aw i know i gotta go i dont feel correct f** around and rest open chea by the ? station Thinking bout my last dollar i was feelin' ill I did some real foul sh** I apologize foreal With my town bruh boy that was bustin' deals Feelin' like its ten years sh** and i be bustin' still I be having thoughts...on a.. mill Teachers vibe to this, i be speakin' like calculus Two plus two equals Desert eagles Straight dope in the trunk feel like im 96 ca**ette tapes over this No hope in the projects, got to speak the right words You gotta read books to see curves In my life i had to pa** the slurrs I be talking to the mic like a pastor I ask him questions my futures ahead of me Pops wasn't there for me Some nights it was real ugly Feel like im alone on concrete, feelin' on concrete Couldn't hear, couldn't look her in the face when my moms meet Had so much pain in my heart i could not sleep To be a real thug man that was not me Im more like a solo artist Riding four deep, BasedGod Prodigy like Mobb Deep My deep bullets up in ya brain you will not speak Boy doing dirt be on the run for like 9 weeks Moving out the house smoking dope thinking that he clean But its sh** that he smoked Just trying to paint a picture of the situation Put yourself up in the radio station Broadcast live, all cast lies Could tell you a snake by the focus in your eyes Ya face dont lie, surviving off the real sh** Going through hell but still want to k** sh** n***as done pushed me to the edge to where im feelin' lonely People turning on me everyday so f** homies All family in my cirlce, but they fake as well So i lay down and i start to call A prayer for music this is Red Flame Devil Music [Outro:Lil B] Im just trying to find the center of my thoughts, bear with me My music is like this, two plus two equals what? You already know the answer right, Two plus two equals four Im the type of rapper that just says two plus two and lets you figure out the answer Lil B, Red Flame Devil Music