"2 Up Tuesday" lyrics

Tried to go throw Him in that tomb, He's a tomb raider
Called the street help line, I got the operator
I don't wanna be back to that action, Arnold Schwarzenegger
Gotta kill my flesh when it get bad, I go Terminator, woah
Light check, I ain't even flash my brights yet
I can see now dot com, I done finally got my sight back
I ain't finna hang with them three blind mice, twin, they might rat
'Cause I'm back home like the prodigal and the brave souls from Iraq
My holy Bible got a big back, I can break it down, no Kit Kat
For the real ones who go read the Word but can't get that
Some of these folks be makin' up they own rulebook, I ain't with that
Uncle Phil, I'm a real father, I ain't 'bout to teach my jit that
Devil, get behind me, I ain't folding up like laundry
I'm 'bout to pray for the whole hood, so it might get a lil' raunchy
I'm 'bout to pray for the real ones, all the fake, they ain't gon' like it
You tryna get to the mountaintop? Put your boots on, go hike it
I can tell you not solid, I can tell you a lil' weirdo, I don't care what you call it
Ain't no more smoke and mirrors 'cause I had to defrost it
Had my life on hydraulics
Really been through hell, I ain't finna lie 'bout these topics like they do
How you gon' tell me you don't believe in God, twin? He made you
And He go bigger than TV, that's no cap, no cable
Heaven done signed my whole name, no rap deal, no label
Ya dig? Pray For Somebody (Pray–)