Hail Mary Songtext
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Hail Mary Songtext
We in Seattle with Mack the Knife and the Pharaohs
We loaded with double barrels and all the siphon apparel
We bangin′ in lost battles and everything is a gamble
Tower Diesel, that raw perico rap from the gravel
We travel a vicious cycle from Illadelph to the Eiffel
My wife will walk with a rifle if I ask her to snipe you
Best believe this shit on my sleeve reppin' what I′m here for
Therefore my arm extends to who I'm here for
I'm still raw, still spittin′ and workin′ hard
Like King Size walkin' through them labor union doors
It′s real, conceal a weapon 'til the day of the election
When Bush gone, it′s on, I'm lickin′ at his direction
Spittin' it to perfection
My ghetto report card A+, lay plush
New Chuckers laced up gritty
Shitty Saturdays, jewels look like gamma rays
I'm Bobby Knight with a mic in his Indiana days
Atlanta Braves, Tomahawk in your parade
I fuck with Phillies, what you silly nigga? Watch what you say
We duct tapin′ whoever the fuck hatin′
We leavin' no prisoners, I′m a sinister son sacred
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin' through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill ′em, I hope they in a better place
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin' through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill ′em, I hope they in a better place
Naw, y'all ain't hear me on Gun Ballad or Black Christmas
Or Bloody Tears, I was busy handlin′ my business
Me and Plan It the same but we a little different
Back in the booth like we left somethin′ missin'
Back with the truth, I pray to God you niggas listen
Stacked to the roof like pyramids but ain′t Egyptian
Use the mic as a brush to paint this diction
They gotta quarantine the lab, they say we sickenin'
Music′s like cooked raw, we blaze the kitchen
We got love worldwide, amazin' isn′t it?
We blood brothers from another father, another mother
Rum guzzlers, sun touchers, it ain't no one above us
Who put in work like us and who the fuck can judge us?
We change it up a bit, don't understand what all the fuss is
We make it happen, we persevere through all the weather
We Puerto Rican so we accustomed to do whatever it takes
We stand firm, we stay together
Out of space, that′s set in stone, it remains forever
QD for life, for worse, for better
I got a hunger for blood and I thirst for cheddar
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin′ through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill 'em, I hope they in a better place
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin′ through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill 'em, I hope they in a better place
We loaded with double barrels and all the siphon apparel
We bangin′ in lost battles and everything is a gamble
Tower Diesel, that raw perico rap from the gravel
We travel a vicious cycle from Illadelph to the Eiffel
My wife will walk with a rifle if I ask her to snipe you
Best believe this shit on my sleeve reppin' what I′m here for
Therefore my arm extends to who I'm here for
I'm still raw, still spittin′ and workin′ hard
Like King Size walkin' through them labor union doors
It′s real, conceal a weapon 'til the day of the election
When Bush gone, it′s on, I'm lickin′ at his direction
Spittin' it to perfection
My ghetto report card A+, lay plush
New Chuckers laced up gritty
Shitty Saturdays, jewels look like gamma rays
I'm Bobby Knight with a mic in his Indiana days
Atlanta Braves, Tomahawk in your parade
I fuck with Phillies, what you silly nigga? Watch what you say
We duct tapin′ whoever the fuck hatin′
We leavin' no prisoners, I′m a sinister son sacred
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin' through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill ′em, I hope they in a better place
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin' through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill ′em, I hope they in a better place
Naw, y'all ain't hear me on Gun Ballad or Black Christmas
Or Bloody Tears, I was busy handlin′ my business
Me and Plan It the same but we a little different
Back in the booth like we left somethin′ missin'
Back with the truth, I pray to God you niggas listen
Stacked to the roof like pyramids but ain′t Egyptian
Use the mic as a brush to paint this diction
They gotta quarantine the lab, they say we sickenin'
Music′s like cooked raw, we blaze the kitchen
We got love worldwide, amazin' isn′t it?
We blood brothers from another father, another mother
Rum guzzlers, sun touchers, it ain't no one above us
Who put in work like us and who the fuck can judge us?
We change it up a bit, don't understand what all the fuss is
We make it happen, we persevere through all the weather
We Puerto Rican so we accustomed to do whatever it takes
We stand firm, we stay together
Out of space, that′s set in stone, it remains forever
QD for life, for worse, for better
I got a hunger for blood and I thirst for cheddar
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin′ through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill 'em, I hope they in a better place
Hail Mary, full of grace
Praise that the Lord be with us when we walkin′ through space
Blessed are those who rose to step in our face
We gotta kill 'em, I hope they in a better place
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Ezekiel L. Lewis, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Troy Taylor, Antoine Latoi Kearney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

