Prayers Please

Why they saying they lookin' for me
They ain't spin the block for me
'Ooter wit' me'll do it to em'
He'll make em' drop for free
Look at how I maneuver wit' it
They like "how you got so flee?"
Every shit I go crazy, when do I not OD
But I want to see them blessings
That he made for me
Ma I don't want you stressing
I need prayers please
Walk with a Smith & Wesson let it spray for T
I made it through depression
Y'all some to be

Heard he walked in the club with his ice on
My word is my bond I'm an icon
Big slimes around me, pythons
I pray to God try to right wrongs
I been made 100 bands
My 'ooter don't got a 'Gram
All my bitches got a man
I fix that verse that he never ran
Front line every time it was me got booked
Every time I looked up it was Beans
If you're stepping for Tuss ya need me
She want me to kill but she
Don't want me spilling the beans
Not after me
She fucked someone else in the team
So why let her get in between
I am an 'ooter baby, Queezy getting crazy
I look and I'm clearin' the scene

I gotta look both ways and I'm
Grippin' on my tool nigga
I ain't ever went to school nigga
But I'm managing a few figures