"Shaking When I Pray" lyrics
Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem
Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil 'aalameen
Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem
Maaliki Yawmid-Deen
Iyyaaka na'budu wa lyyaaka nasta'een
Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem
Siraatal-lazeena an'amta 'alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi 'alaihim wa lad-daaalleen
Amen
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week
Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats
I know I past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit for the streets
I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off link
I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Sprite Easter pink
I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn't imagine what V'd have think
I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn't imagine what he'd think
I'm so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ, "Play some Tink"
I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drank
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain't cheap
I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe
That's a closed casket, why that bastard still lookin' like he sleep?
I told brodie, he do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak
I told Herm I need more horses, I ain't jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I seen— shh, I jumped up out the seat
I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I don't be stretchin' out my knee
I had brought a pair of buffs 'c I was in Detroit for a week
I'm went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski (Phew)
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps ****, they no fun
Two **** in the car, niggas ridin' 'round with ****
Street niggas winnin', I just had me a foursome
Never leave **** inside that jam if they know something
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Could've have caught me, bro and them had snuck on my back porch
Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
All of this bappin', cappin', rappin' all for a camera
Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than the cancer
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil 'aalameen
Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem
Maaliki Yawmid-Deen
Iyyaaka na'budu wa lyyaaka nasta'een
Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem
Siraatal-lazeena an'amta 'alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi 'alaihim wa lad-daaalleen
Amen
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week
Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats
I know I past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit for the streets
I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off link
I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Sprite Easter pink
I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn't imagine what V'd have think
I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn't imagine what he'd think
I'm so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ, "Play some Tink"
I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drank
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain't cheap
I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe
That's a closed casket, why that bastard still lookin' like he sleep?
I told brodie, he do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak
I told Herm I need more horses, I ain't jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I seen— shh, I jumped up out the seat
I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I don't be stretchin' out my knee
I had brought a pair of buffs 'c I was in Detroit for a week
I'm went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski (Phew)
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps ****, they no fun
Two **** in the car, niggas ridin' 'round with ****
Street niggas winnin', I just had me a foursome
Never leave **** inside that jam if they know something
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Could've have caught me, bro and them had snuck on my back porch
Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
All of this bappin', cappin', rappin' all for a camera
Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than the cancer
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Isaiah Valmont, Trenton Turner, Vincent Desrosiers
