Prayin wit My Glock Tha God Fahim

[Intro]
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh
Uh-huh
Uh, yeah
You gon' fuck around and get clapped, nigga
Talkin' that shit, nigga
Runnin' your motherfuckin' mouth, nigga
You ain't movin' like a real gangsta, nigga, you don't talk like that, nigga
You don't know what the fuck you doin', nigga
Save that for niggas like me, dawg
Check it, uh

[Chorus]
Prayin' wit' my Glock, it's like a ceremony
Prayin' wit' my Glock, I'm never by my lonely
Prayin' wit' my Glock, thinkin' of my dead homies
Prayin' wit' my Glock, pray it's sacred and holy

[Verse 1]
I never speak on what I don't know
Stayin' humble and mindin' my own business so cash can flow
But niggas wanna stand in my way
I'm on the way, prayin' with my Glock every day
Opps get hit with dome shots, police is robots
Hold a lot; shells like to enter metal slots and eject
So come correct, it's no sweat
To put a hollow top in a nigga neck
Rob the connect - he was lackin' while stackin'
We finessed that nigga, we ain't even have to clap 'em
Spare the motherfucker
And I'm fully automatic, so I dare a motherfucker
I try to show gratitude when it's due
Who is these niggas steppin' to my crew?
Get his abdomen drenched, wrapped in them bullets, in a clinch
That F&N splattered his shit, your admiral hit
So I'm prayin' wit' my gun
In case I gotta catch a murder charge, son