Prayers Over Packages lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, check
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]
What get you killed faster, too much love, trust or truth?
What's the difference between Malcolm, Martin and Huey Newt?
Sometimes a n*gga downfall is who he knew
Do you view the world through wise eyes or is your mind in a hula hoop?
We woke but still sold rotten fruit in pursuit of loot
Tryna go from the stoop to the newest coupe
Smoothest criminal with elusive moves
In tune with street scholars and goons
Haile Selassie, art and crackpot fumes
Mathematics live from where it's all about who pull the faster ratchet
And cash too, but when your mask split, that's it
Cut from a different cloth, you n*ggas raggedy fabric
Lacking swag, just rappity-rap sh*t
Ain't raising the bar high, fall guys, be lying 'bout mob ties
These n*ggas really givin off broad vibes
It's the lord like Finesse and Sonny Carson
Mind on the money often
Rockin slick sh*t, the god of horsemen

[Hook x2]
I said prayers over packages
Hopin' to God that we could sell it fast as sh*t
Mommy told me "never slack off, n*gga there's plenty cash to get
Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Coming up, had mad friends, close ones, homies, associates
Some died, went to jail, some n*ggas overdosed on opiates
I been through hell and back but I'm Gucci now, n*ggas know we lit
b*tch from Jamaica, weed from Amsterdam, the pistol Soviet
You salty, so be it, you n*ggas won't be sh*t
You copying the style off a n*gga who made a style off of stolen sh*t
I body you and send your hoe condolences
Black roses on ya gravesite and blunt ashes while I smoke a spliff
Wondering why n*ggas is fiend' the f*ck out, I sold them this
So forever my sh*t'll always be on solar, b*tch
Supreme soloist in a Polo fit
All y'all already knowin' it
I call my esé up and ya soul'll lift
I been a hustler, that sh*t's embedded in my DNA
Could sell a roach Raid, a weed-head crack, and a vegan steak
Well aware when I'm out there in the field, yeah I see the play
Like Curtis Riley, know the world is grimy, still we keep a K (Brr)

[Hook x2]
I said prayers over packages
Hopin' to God that I could sell it fast as sh*t
Mommy told me "never slack off, n*gga there's plenty cash to get
Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"
f*ck outta here
You're dead