Prayer Hands Chris Webby (Ft. Grieves)

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[Refrain: Chris Webby]
I'm on different levels and they know
That they can come and get it if they really want the smoke
Yeah I'm seeing all these sheep around, I'm feeling like a goat
I'm the father, son, and fucking holy ghost, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah I tried to tell 'em though
I don't give a damn, still the man
They been sleeping on me like their dinner plans, tryptophan
While my diet's been nothing but Ritalin in my hand
And a half a pound of mushy's in the van, this the plan
Take the world over like Pinky and thе Brain, switching lanes
From a rapper to a boss and shit, they thought this shit's a gamе
Keep the change, got my heart on my sleeve like a liquor stain
'Cause I'm spilling while I'm sippin', every shot is in the frame
The consensus in the game is I'm relentless
Yea my skill-set is tremendous
By the time I end my sentence
They gon' know I spit that venom
Word to the web that's on my necklace
And now I'm getting plaques
Shit I gotta go see my dentist
Pick the world up and I bench it
Don't even need a spotter
Then I'm dippin' with your wifey
Sippin' wine I made from water
Then I got her on my stick
Learned that shit from Harry Potter
Hit it, Quidditch, I'ma kill it
Better say some "Our Father's", holler