Sean Brady - Prayer (feat. Bruno Mali) Lyrics

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope

I f*ck around and mix the Henny with the Tech
I f*ck around and try to cop me a Patek
My main hobby straight thumbing through a check
Pounds shipped to my door shouts out to FedEx

One of my homies got caught up in a bind
This bullshit been weighing heavy on my mind
Major charge so you know he doin' time
That's what happen when the world love to glorify crime

The money come a few ways
When you growin' up in Dade
Plan A push packs get paid
Plan B f*ck around wind up another slave

Or
I can live this out straight through my vision
I learn to listen if the speaker talkin' with some wisdom
The only reason that I'm here is just to make a killin'
My brother hit me up and said he getting crazy feelin's
He told me he believe that shortly Im'ma touch a million
But through the music so don't focus on no drug dealing

But if I flop then I'm out to grow
I Hit Oregon and f*ck around and crop some bows
Cash out skydwellers go and shop for gold
No 9-5 in my mind cause it move too slow
I keep my eye on the prize
Which is count that dough
I seen it all through these eyes
So the fake exposed

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope

Everybody got shit to say
I do me
While I sit back and puff this j
Give a f*ck how you feel
I was built this way
Bout money when I talk
No time to play
Spent years on the fence
While I contemplate
Tech fleece when I walk
I ain't rocking Bape
She either f*cking or she gone
I ain't on no dates
Still new to this rap
But I love my pace
All pedal to the metal
Screaming f*ck the brakes
If the Feds on my trail
That's a great escape
Why your Rollie tick tock
Cause you rocking fakes
I keep a shooter real close
So I need my space
Homie talking out of line
He forgot his place
Shit changed
When I got his ass face to face
If it all go right
We don't leave no trace
I say a prayer for the dead
That's at heavens gates
But f*ck 'em

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope

We really smokers so we roll the whole bow
We really sippers so we pour the whole
We really never saying nothing to them folks
We really had to make a living off of trafficking this dope