Rick Hyde - Hustler's Prayer lyrics

(uh huh) (It's Ricky) (These are the real sopranos) Lord forgive me for my sins & thank you for this paper I’m humble just enough to tell you ni**as get your cake up Yeah I took a devastating loss like the Lakers My mama see me shining on you ni**as like a Jacob Roli on my left wrist Imma keep a Jaylen brown of the best sh*t Stir it in the water like its Nesquik The last 50 was my best flip Then I made an exit I was bold enough to sell that sh*t & man enough to just quit The feds started sweeping like there's crumbs all in the kitchen I was still worried even though I kept my distance Free my brother Boonie Once again them people pinched him Talkin' bout like 430 thousand and then some The money is the difference Can’t eat if you ain't vicious This the type of sh*t you go through when in the trenches Lookin like a ticket I spent it and I meant it I'm thankful every day I got myself out my position mother fu*ker uh Chorus: Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to God my soul to keep & if I die before I wake up I'm just thankful for this paper Now I lay me down to sleep (they know) I pray to God my soul to keep (Big BSF ni**a) & if I die before I wake up (Hyde what up) I'm just thankful for this paper Took a couple losses Couple ni**as crossed us We're hiring for shootas ni**a step into my office You're resume important, we duckin law enforcements Your OG was a rat heard your father got extorted, with a wire on recorded Lead him to a warrant We witness dead bodies, just another day on warrant Just kill em fu*k a warrant The undercover swarming Week straight remember doin a shooting every morning We up with Tom Joyner The block feel like a sauna We loading up good, drinking, smoking, marijuana Higher from my mama ‘cuz I sell Madonna Screaming fu*k the jury Middle finger to your honor Money bring the problems Kill em for a comma Catch me on the run with the drako like Osama Forgive me for my sins, I know I'm living reckless Just hope the lord take me when they put me on that stretcher ni**a (they know) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to God my soul to keep & if I die before I wake up I’m just thankful for this paper Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to God my soul to keep & if I die before I wake up I’m just thankful for this paper