Lyrics:

Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh
Uh-huh
Uh, yeah
You gon' fuck around and get clapped, nigga
Talkin' that shit, nigga
Runnin' your motherfuckin' mouth, nigga
You ain't movin' like a real gangsta, nigga, you don't talk like that, nigga
You don't know what the fuck you doin', nigga
Save that for niggas like me, dawg
Check it, uh

Prayin' wit' my Glock, it's like a ceremony
Prayin' wit' my Glock, I'm never by my lonely
Prayin' wit' my Glock, thinkin' of my dead homies
Prayin' wit' my Glock, pray it's sacred and holy

I never speak on what I don't know
Stayin' humble and mindin' my own business so cash can flow
But niggas wanna stand in my way
I'm on the way, prayin' with my Glock every day
Opps get hit with dome shots, police is robots
Hold a lot; shells like to enter metal slots and eject
So come correct, it's no sweat
To put a hollow top in a nigga neck
Rob the connect - he was lackin' while stackin'
We finessed that nigga, we ain't even have to clap 'em
Spare the motherfucker
And I'm fully automatic, so I dare a motherfucker
I try to show gratitude when it's due
Who is these niggas steppin' to my crew?
Get his abdomen drenched, wrapped in them bullets, in a clinch
That F&N splattered his shit, your admiral hit
So I'm prayin' wit' my gun
In case I gotta catch a murder charge, son

Prayin' wit' my Glock, it's like a ceremony
Prayin' wit' my Glock, I'm never by my lonely
Prayin' wit' my Glock, thinkin' of my dead homies
Prayin' wit' my Glock, pray it's sacred and holy
Prayin' wit' my Glock, it's like a ceremony
Prayin' wit' my Glock, I'm never by my lonely
Prayin' wit' my Glock, thinkin' of my dead homies
Prayin' wit' my Glock, pray it's sacred and holy

Dear God, as I look into the sky
I pray to you and I wonder why
Why we so hopeless? Why we don't care to die?
Gettin' high off my own supply
Why everything we learn is a lie? Yo, why we even still try?
Drinkin' Bloody Marys, you can see it in my eyes
I'm no saint, I got hate for the devil
85 didn't make it through them 7 levels
I can tell you as if you don't know
I'm paranoid, got my weapon out wherever I go

Prayin' wit' my Glock, prayin' wit' my Glock
I was on the block, hustlin' nonstop
Prayin' wit' my Glock, prayin' wit' my Glock
God was on the block, hustlin' nonstop
Alhamdulillah for everything, you feel me?
All praises due to the most high, God, Allah
None is worthy of such praise
And I'm out
Dump Gawd, muh'fucka