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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millyz
Millyz
Performer
Sada James
Sada James
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myles Lockwood
Myles Lockwood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rey
Rey
Producer
SaveYourTears
SaveYourTears
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Put my hands together, yeah, I pray to God
Blessings, come down and heal my scars
Demons tryna get me, tryna fight them in my sleep
Tryna fight them in my sleep
Need that holy water, keep them angels around me, mmm-mmm
Ops prayin' on my downfall, but I'm still doin' well
Yeah, 'cause my frequency high as hell
Free my real hitters out that jail cell
Still doin' time 'cause they never tell, tell, ooh
Hustle hard, goin' through the motions, it get deep
They believe in money don't believe in loyalty
Hard to trust a soul, it get wicked in the streets
Never sell my soul for this wicked industry
Holy water, holy water, holy water
I got my back against the wall, that's how I'm brought up
I've been through some ups and downs, it made me stronger
Bless my soul, I'm divin' in that holy water
[Verse 1]
Yeah, holy water on me, tied in like matrimony
Used to flip my cigarette up in my pack a stogies, baggin' 40s
50 cent chubbys, ain't no bubbly, it was Henny straight
But now we let the Bentleys race, that violence, had to demonstrate
I was feelin' like B Rabbit with a pistol and no demo tape
Tryna lift my city up, but it's wearin' on my mental state
I concentrate on blessings 'cause I been on that demonic side
Yeah
Shootings where ya moms reside will leave you numb or traumatized
So everybody drillers now, but we ain't buyin' into that
Nah
Show me where you spinnin' at, we rented Vs to tint 'em black
Yeah
Paper work on artist, we just call it "Master Splinter Rap"
Shell casings out that fifty, lookin' like a roll of pennies wrapped
Woo
In the bank like I'ma scammer, still might take 'em on a chase
Yeah
She kept askin' for a kid, I left my babies on her face
When they taxin' you six figures, you know you made it in the states
I had to say amazin' grace back of the Bach, behind the drapes, wait
Wait
Bro lost his trial, lost appeal, and his habeas corpus
That's crazy
So no matter how far I make it, all this pain is enormous
Forever knowin' God's the greatest, but damn, satan just forced it
Feel like it's demons tryna jump over the gates in this fortress
My mental health wasn't stable, but I brought food to the table
And ran a bag up while they was on the couch glued to the cable
Independent, you couldn't fathom what we do with no label
Survival of the fittest, had to live with shit that's usually fatal
Sometime I feel alive and sometimes I feel depleted
Sometimes I wanna be drug free, sometimes I feel I need it
Sometimes I wanna block it out, sometimes I wanna grieve it
Holy water on this Cuban like my heart I had to freeze it, Blanco
[Chorus]
Put my hands together, yeah, I pray to God
Blessings, come down and heal my scars
Demons tryna get me, tryna fight them in my sleep
Need that holy water, keep them angels around me, mmm-mmm
Written by: Ilya Trusov, Myles Lockwood, Sada James
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