Prayer Hands lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[Refrain: Chris Webby]
I'm on different levels and they know
That they can come and get it if they really want the smoke
Yeah I'm seeing all these sheep around, I'm feeling like a goat
I'm the father, son, and f*cking holy ghost, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah I tried to tell 'em though
I don't give a damn, still the man
They been sleeping on me like their dinner plans, tryptophan
While my diet's been nothing but Ritalin in my hand
And a half a pound of mushy's in the van, this the plan
Take the world over like Pinky and thе Brain, switching lanes
From a rapper to a boss and sh*t, they thought this sh*t's a gamе
Keep the change, got my heart on my sleeve like a liquor stain
'Cause I'm spilling while I'm sippin', every shot is in the frame
The consensus in the game is I'm relentless
Yea my skill-set is tremendous
By the time I end my sentence
They gon' know I spit that venom
Word to the web that's on my necklace
And now I'm getting plaques
sh*t I gotta go see my dentist
Pick the world up and I bench it
Don't even need a spotter
Then I'm dippin' with your wifey
Sippin' wine I made from water
Then I got her on my stick
Learned that sh*t from Harry Potter
Hit it, Quidditch, I'ma kill it
Better say some "Our Father's", holler
[Refrain: Grieves]
I'm on different levels every week
These motherf*ckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink
Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink
I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
Hallelujah

[Chorus: Grieves]
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[Refrain: Grieves]
I'm on different levels every week
These motherf*ckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink
Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink
I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
Hallelujah

[Verse 2: Grieves]
I've been on a level, on a level
Every single day it's been a battle fighting off the Devil
You ain't talking in my face, then I don't know what else to tell you
You can take it up with management, they handle little fellas like ya
I don't give a dam if you've been bumping at the gums
I'm out here buying property, you fighting over crumbs
They full of sh*t, colostomy, get off of me, I'm done
I'm already on the edge b*tch
Don't make me f*ck around and plunge
I prefer when a motherf*cker acting like he can go and get it
When you know that he ain't gonna do sh*t
I been around the block, heard a lot of talk
Some of that'll get you stitched
Rolled up and thrown in a ditch
My microphone cold as a b*tch
I'm up and I'm down, ducking you clowns
Holding a hand full of grit
I bet you thinking you could probably hold a spot
Better widen up your stance if you plan to take a shot
They keep try'na catch you slipping, always pushing 'round a mop
Any time they wanna find me, I be ready for the drop sayin
[Refrain: Grieves]
I'm on different levels every week
These motherf*ckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink
Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink
I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
Hallelujah

[Chorus: Grieves]
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[Refrain: Grieves]
I'm on different levels every week
These motherf*ckers talk so much, then wonder why I drink
Somebody should've told they ass that I was on the brink
I just wanna turn the beat up, make you put your hands together
Hallelujah, hallelujah