Jay Electronica - Hail Mary lyrics

[Intro: Jay Electronica] For every casualty I felt, I blow a hundred racks Hit the strip club, blow a hundred stacks Tell the DJ to run it back, run it back [Pre-Hook: Jay Elecronica] Money by the trash bags, a body in a Glad bag If the 3rd Ward is Iraq, then the Magnolia is Baghdad My swag is verified, you f*gs is terrorized The AK-47 life'll leave you n***as paralyzed [Hook: Jay Electronica] Hail Mary for all my n***as in the cemetery Our Father for every n***a waitin' on commissary Every soldier that died in Magnolia took a long time to bury It's all kinds of scary Cause it's quite hard to maintain that soldier-life mentality It's gon' be a tragedy if that white man come and ha**le me Slap me down and wrestle me, just to put on handcuffs Charge me with resistance when I throw my hands up [Bridge: Jay Electronica] Just consider me Uptown Where your whole clique could get bucked down I f** with that 1.5 But I never listen to Bust Down In that 'Nolia, n***as get fixed to runnin' them bricks Like they runnin' touchdowns You runnin' yo' mouth, they spendin' a band, my n***a And you gettin' cut down [Verse 1: Ceto] I come in ya house, that thing, give that f**in' [?] to us now A round from the chopper open up your top and spin your truck 'round Power, money, respect, n***as know Ceto Presidential in these streets, p**y n***a you get vetoed How you scared to look through your peephole Somebody gon' dig a deep hole catch you talkin' to them people You gon' learn to respect this G code, that f**in' UPT code From that Mac to that [?] I grab that Mac off that shelf And turn a bad man a pallbearer and put your casket on my belt [Hook] [Verse 2: Ceto] You ask me why I do it, I just tell 'em that I can It's that soldier-life mentality, real n***as understand Keep that 40 in my hand, ridin' around in the city It's some sh** you never seen, make you think of Dr. King The way a n***a livin' dreams, I'll approach ya like a ghost Been a gangster since the 90's I done done more than most We got money up in trash bags, bodies in the Glad bags Ain't nothin' changed since '94, we still wearin' them soldier rags [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Intro] [Outro: Ceto] Rest in peace to all the dead n***as come out the motherf**in' projects, ya heard me And every ghetto worldwide Real n***a gon' hold it down