Yak's Prayer (feat. Kodak Black)

Please believe me, me, me Please believe me when I say (Mustard on the beat, ho) The streets got a nigga scarred A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life" Prosecutor want me to leave the hood and get my mind right Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life Showin' none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice Came through at the day party Chrome on the Chevrolet, 28s, scarlet Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it And with me, you either ride or you die I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now Real demon, you can see it in my eye Since a youngin, had the projects on fire Know they stabbed me in my back And it went straight through my heart you know what I'm sayin'? Took the knife out my back and I, mm Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it Turned the betrayal to art and I made some bread with it I kept it Z from the start and I brought the 'jects with me Huh, guess I'ma be the one since ain't nobody else did it Took a shroom in the bathroom I dreamed of this on my desks in the classroom I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready Told my nigga free the commissary necessary, uh Said I was comin' home Neveruary Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen' life very scary Police fights, I got nothin' comin' Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me 23 with a 45 Overnight success, but it still took a long time I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin wanna bench I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missin'? Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas All my decisions from everything I had to witness 'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me The streets got a nigga scarred A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life" Prosecutor want me to leave the hood and get my mind right Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life Showin' none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice CDs, movies, movies, DVDs, two for five, five for ten, ten for twenty Excuse me, can I get some spare change? Does your auntie still sell food stamps? We must wake up, brothers and sisters We must realize real eyes see these real lies Nigga, fuck all that, blood, I just want a bean pie, blood, come on, blood Ay, cuh, let's go get a bottle, I'm tryna get active Oh, she thick as fuck, ay, ay, ay, check it out Oh, uh-uh, boy, ain't nobody finna talk to your broke ass Whatever, you rude-ass bitch, you in my set, though I should get the homegirls to fuck you up Look what's on the menu, The Marathon Continues, I got Nipsey t-shirts Cuh, this ain't even got a Marathon tag Give me these t-shirts, nigga We caught an enemy, blood Ay, put your Franklins on and rush blood Ah, ain't nothin' like the smell of the ghetto