praying
Lobby Boyz Lyrics
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Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Yeah, remember days in the lobby
Now I'm hittin' curbs
Spillin' drinks in the Ferrari
Boy, I done fucked half the
Bitches in this party
Got drunk and let a artist
Draw pictures on my body
Chains over necks, rocks dancin' over gold
Still with the shit
Gave my wife up for these hoes
You gotta understand
The highs comes with the lows
You gotta stand up
This life comes with a code
Pulled up to the spot
I'm with Capo and The Butcher
Give it here, let me cut these bricks
I'm a butcher
Couple niggas that I didn't kill
But I shoulda
Couple bitches that I didn't kill
But I coulda
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
The game up and down, so the runs be periodic
Tryna stuff a world record
In these Amiri pockets
You're curious about me
Urus coppin' and jewelry shoppin'
I made that white girl fly like Mary Poppins
Niggas tellin' me I made it, and I be like
"How so?"
Crazy shit, I really did, I be in denial
Though 'Cause it was hard to smile broke
Now I'm up and my whole town know
I keep a shooter like John Malvo
Changed people life around me
And a few of 'em
Only sit and talk about the shit
That I ain't do for 'em
Independent, I jumped in
This business maneuverin'
Niggas from my era, rich, dead or Uberin'
NBA, NFL endorsements, I'm clearin' 'em
Still talkin' is heroin to corporate America
Ah shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touched drugs with, ah
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
Just left the jeweler
I was checkin' on my water bill
Wrist like eighty and my neck
Like a quarter mill' jets to Miami
But we landed out in Lauderdale
Cold nigga, if you shook my hand
You woulda caught a chill
Like you stuck your hand in a freezer
We could make a hundred off dust
That we cram in the freezer
Now the wrist like Christmas, like, damn
Ebenezer tell the pilot I changed my mind
We might land in Ibiza
I just bought another house
That's a million and some change
But I still run around with
Them killers in the Range
I refuse to ever let these suckers
Ever kill me in this game
I got deals in the 'caine
That I really can't explain
So in the words of the immaculate East 30
When the times get rough
You gotta keep sturdy
And little niggas think they tough
You gotta keep thirty
And my plug, he don't know English
But he speak birdie and now I'm in a heist
While I'm crunchin' numbers
Hollow in the nights, all the drunken summers
But two friends of mine just
Died in the same week
That means two mothers
They just cried in the same week
I guess we all waitin' for our day to come
Hey, God, don't judge me for every time I
Had to wave a gun
Old times ain't go for all my prior crimes
And all the watches that I brought
I couldn't buy me time
We was bringin' coke through the
Port back in '99
When I die, tell 'em check the raps, bitch
Every line for line
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
I'm prayin' with the same hands
That I sold drugs with
Shout out to the niggas that I
Got it out the mud with
Ghetto kids, streets turned us into convicts
Why's that the dirty bitches I'm in love with
Prayin' with the same hands that
I touch drugs with
Shout outs to the homies I was bangin'
Claimin' Blood with
Runnin' through the lobby
Gun up on they body told me I was buggin'
But a nigga really loved it
Prayin' with the same hands that
I bang Blood with
The lyrics of Lobby Boyz's song "Praying" delve into the complexities of a life shaped by the streets, drugs, crime, and loyalty. The singer pays respects to the comrades who have shared the struggle of rising from adversity, becoming hardened by their surroundings to the point of feeling like convicts. They reflect on their relationships with women who may not meet societal standards of respectability, yet for whom they hold deep affection. The paradoxical act of prayer with hands once used for handling drugs symbolizes a simultaneous embrace of spirituality and the shadows of their past choices.
The singer reminisces about humble origins spent in the lobby, juxtaposed with their current life of luxury and excess, where they find themselves indulging in reckless behavior. They acknowledge the sacrifices made for a lifestyle that includes infidelity and materialism, leading to a sense of forlorn acceptance that personal connections have been jeopardized for transient pleasures. The imagery of chains hanging over necks and the fleeting nature of material possessions serve as a reminder that the highs of success are accompanied by moral compromises and betrayals.
Throughout the song, there is a recurring theme of duality – the singer's involvement in criminal activity alongside their prayers, the camaraderie with gang affiliates contrasted with individual desires for growth and self-preservation. They acknowledge the allure of violence and power, intertwined with a genuine affection for their community and a desire to elevate themselves beyond their circumstances. The singer grapples with the consequences of their actions, the weight of missed opportunities, and the burden of carrying the expectations of those they have left behind.
In the final verses, the singer reflects on wealth gained through illicit means, haunted by a sense of mortality and the inevitability of facing consequences. They touch upon the sudden loss of friends and the reality that death may come for them too, prompting introspection and a plea for redemption. Despite their tumultuous past and ongoing struggles, the singer finds solace in prayer, seeking forgiveness for their transgressions and acknowledging the fragility of life. The song serves as a poignant reflection on the complexities of survival in a world defined by crime, loyalty, and the constant negotiation between darkness and light.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK, JERMAINE COLEMAN, JOSEPH GUILLERMO JONES II, KIBWE HAKIM LUKE, SHARIFA SLATER
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