This Is My Prayer (feat. Igor Gerzina) - Ty Causey

So many praying that Ran fell, you can't tell? These people expecting Heaven but never could they withstand Hell I Die Hard like Bruce Willis and Samuel Sipping Champale and party harder than Manziel Vodka and tonic got me thinking like Prophet Muhammad I'm not an Islamic I'm a product of copping narcotics I'm hot as a comet, hoes give me top til they vomit Something exotic, Carribean, Dominican goddess The shit is symbolic, powerful performances Bars made of 24 karats, so fuck the es Huh, niggas know I'm raw with the rhymes Cause I'm known to off sides with these offensive lines Leave em lost in the Vines, you thinking it's social media I'm thinking it's deep in the jungle with hopes of leaving ya Slitting ya throat and bleeding ya, you ain't got a chance to live Smoke a nigga wig off, leave em just like a cancer kid (damn) I know that I'm a little insensitive Grew up kinda poor, we barely had any cents to live Now it's Peter Luger's, cutting up an expensive rib Cursing out the bums, cause I ain't got any cents to give They saying I'm not the one I leave em full of clips like the moon blocking the sun When these goons cocking they guns, they don't even see the car Roll around the mud in fatigues like I'm in Vietnam Ya nahmean Jersey's front court Vietnam, I know I'm gonna talk about it Parks is Parks for a reason Right here? Beautiful, look I'ma need those fatigues since I'm out here like a bounty Traded the green jumper they gave me when I hit county Nah, I'm sorry, I need my pilot seat I say that speaking from the clouds, these are pilot [?] Probably why these model bitches wanna ride with me If I can't say it publicly, then I won't say it privately Just how real I could spit it, it's whatever you wanna bet A nigga got a few million in liquid Gotta stop son from peeling that biscuit We'll always have more to lose dog, it's just a feeling I live with With this one side bitch that'll mourn me if I let her So don't call me for whatever but a orgy or better I'm just standing on the ceiling they told me I'd never meet Took the pop out ularity, in spots you would dare to see God could take mine right now, let it be painful Cause every dream a nigga ever had came true Shooting 100 from the field, just a path I create They told me I could never have it this great So even with a million motherfuckers grabbing my legs Still knock the barrel down so the crabs can escape Made believers out the fakes, [?] For niggas that wasn't sure that we would see another day, Joey Self-employed, so if I'm on that island by myself Self-deployed, don't help that boy, I'm good Ya nahmean It's simple Simple shit Just logic Just talking logic to em One and one make two Joey