Testo Shaking When I Pray - Lil Durk
Testo della canzone Shaking When I Pray (Lil Durk), tratta dall'album Deep Thoughts
بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ
الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ
الرَّحْمَٰنِ الرَّحِيمِ
مَالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ
إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ
اهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ
صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيْهِمْ غَيْرِ الْمَغْضُوبِ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلَا الضَّالِّينَ
آمين
(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'm 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 'cause I was in Detroit for a week
I 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
Whoa, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol, oh
Oh, you ain't even got a title, oh
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 somethin'
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Coulda 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
Whoa, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol, oh
Oh, you ain't even got a title, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Trenton Turner, Vincent Desrosiers, Isaiah Valmont
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