You've been praying on my fall That's the type of shit I hate Yeah the grass is full of snakes So they smile up in your face It's okay It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake Only God can judge me Keep the best around me Now she call me papi She wanna see Bakare It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake Only rolling with my real ones there from time I got business and this money on my mind There's no discussion if they're bringing bad vibes No advice, you don't cut it you gone have to pay the price I've been lit, In the city I was raised in I've been out here grinding no I do not spend no days in I've been on my hustle got respect for give and take yeah Pray on my demise see that's the type of shit I hate yeah yeah Levels to this game give a fuck 'bout how you feel They can say you changed do it cos you said you will Slow and steady always wins the race Long as you keep up the paper chase You've been praying on my fall That's the type of shit I hate Yeah the grass is full of snakes So they smile up in your face It's okay It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake Only God can judge me Keep the best around me Now she call me papi She wanna see Bakare It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake Overtime learned to keep enemies close Keep my circle tight like some Cheerios I can hear the Ops plotting on the low Swayze when I get this bag imma ghost How does it make you feel yeah I let you in but still yeah Showed you the pattern Look what happened God really took the wheel yeah Internalize the skills yeah I wanna make a million Stacking it stacking it active And I just think that we hit the ceiling I used to struggle with doubt They know that I been about Grew up around niggas that ain't afraid to start running their mouth All of my niggas ride out All of my niggas ride out Green borough blue borough yellow brick I remember seeing brothers hitting licks And it is what it is never moving funny with the kid I've been lit In the city I was raised in I been out here grinding no I do not spend no days in I've been on my hustle got respect for give and take yeah Pray on my demise see that's the type of shit I hate yeah yeah You've been praying on my fall That's the type of shit I hate Yeah the grass is full of snakes So they smile up in your face It's okay It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake Only God can judge me Keep the best around me Now she call me papi She wanna see Bakare It's okay Let's just call a spade a spade Block it stop it drop it You know if it's fake