Hustler’s Prayer Lyrics – Rick Hyde

Hustler’s Prayer Lyrics by Rick Hyde

(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 n#gg#s get your cake up
Yeah I took a devastating loss like the Lakers
My mama see me shining on you n#gg#s 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 f#cker 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 n#gg#)
& if I die before I wake up (Hyde what up)

I’m just thankful for this paper
Took a couple losses
Couple n#gg#s crossed us
We’re hiring for shootas n#gg# 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 f#ck 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 f#ck 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 n#gg# (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
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Rick Hyde Lyrics – Hustler’s Prayer

Rick Hyde

Hustler’s Prayer