[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, come on
Peace my n***a
That's what I'm talkin' about
Shed a thug's tear, say a thug prayer
Put money in my mom's hand
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, we took money, put ‘em under the study
Went from skinny to chubby in the city that's gully
Back again, it's the hideous, ugly gritty McGillicutty
Put the squeeze on a n***a like Silly Putty
Keep the arm chunky, fingers is heavy, plus (what else?)
The ring sparkle in your grill like 7 Up
In the Lexus truck, dressed up, word to Dapper Dan
Gold bands on the hand like Shazam (damn!)
Throw a thunderbolt, rappers will somersault (uh-huh)
Pelle's bu*ter soft, crabs in bu*ter sauce
Perhaps let a couple off, skin bubble off
Hustlin' soft, up in the loft
Ain't no love lost (nah), just thug lords and drug wars (uh-huh)
Big bu*t who*es to crush raw (get ‘em)
Hit dust blunts and eight-inch pumps
Dick s**ed, they ain't make faces crunch, the clutch got paper cuts (ugh)
Nothing is sacred to us, whether it be cake crust
Grape nuts, no bacon deluxe
As if n***as is duct taped up and mistaken for lunch
My stomach been aching for months (come on)
Hands shakin' while I'm making this up, blazin' a dutch
Turning the pages in my book
Where c**aine is cooked we stay put, slang d** there
We say a thug's prayer
Yeah, shed a thug's tear, say a thug's prayer
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh, yeah, Monster Crack, remember that?
We was young like Similac, hustle to get a stack
f** giving back, ain't nobody give me jack (nothin')
So a couple n***as got jacked, b**hes got smacked (come on)
We was in black filling up gym bags
Money spilling out, spinning out, quick, fast
Live for the day, cause my time'll come and pa** (one day)
Will I go out in a blast, or will I outlast? (I wonder)
n***as before me that found d**h early was done dirty
And most were under 30 got hit in the jersey (damn)
To call a man's momma when he pa** ain't easy
When she screaming “Lord have mercy!” (damn)
Have you ever lost a close homie?
And have to see him cold on a gurney? (hmm)
You're not alone on your journey
Time heals all wounds, that's what my n***a Zo told me
But yet I feel so lonely (thug's prayer)
Yeah, shed a thug's tear, and say a thug's prayer
[Production by Roc Marciano]