Yak’s Prayer Mustard (Ft. Kodak Black)

[Intro: YG]
Please believe me, me, me
Please believe me when I say
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
The streets got a nigga scarred
A lil' nine, but unique, got a nigga hard
Three kids, three baby mamas, now I want a wife
My mama told me, "Stop the killin', baby, now it's more life"
Prosecutor want me to leave the hood and get my mind right
Like, he don't know my niggas still killin' when I'm out of sight
In a 'vert full of Percs, I'm just passin' through life
She know none of this shit luck, so I had to do it twice

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Came through at thе day party
Chrome on the Chevrolеt, twenty-eights, scarlet
Now everything I do, I'm doin' for my shawty
Puttin' it up, a bitch say she want some money, I ain't got it
And with me, you either ride or you die
I ain't lyin', I am 'bout this right now
Real demon, you can see it in my eye
Since a youngin, had the projects on fire
Know they stabbed me in my back
And it went straight through my heart (Stabbed)
Took the knife out my back and I, mm
Took the knife out my heart and I chopped they head with it
Turned the betrayal to art and I made some bread with it
I kept it Z from the start and I brought the 'jects with me
Huh, guess I'ma be the one since ain't nobody else did it
Took a shroom in the bathroom
I dreamed of this on my desks in the classroom
I suited up like I'm Grammy-ready
Told my nigga free the commissary necessary, uh
Said I was comin' home Neveruary
Sharpen up your knife 'cause that pen' life very scary
Police fights, I got nothin' comin'
Hit the club, let my bitch throw my money for me
Twenty-three with a 45
Overnight success, but it still took a long time
I got Mustard on the beat like a sandwich
It's holiday season, if you see me, don't pander
My son want a PlayStation, lil' cousin wanna bench
I'ma do what I know how, I'ma try and get him one of these mansions
They see the flexin', but what you know 'bout goin' missin'?
Scopin' and pokin', I got a show out on Christmas
All my decisions from everything, I had a witness
'Cause all my big cousins was always in and out of prison
Gang life, I learned how to make knives in penitentiary
Say and write everything I did for you, you still ain't hear me