Don Faro - Black Prayer Lyrics

How I'm supposed to be famous
When all these niggas is dangerous
How I'm supposed to be married
When all these bitches is bangin
You know the hood is a catfish
It'll trick with the angles
They say the devil wear Prada
My nigga Virgil he a angel
Jump off the f*ckin plane quick
All my niggas we made it
Young Black and educated
Makin money not statements
I keep a lawyer on retainer
Ain't showing up for the arraignment
F*ck a snitch nigga and the plaintiff
I've been finding ways to keep changing
That's metamorphosis ain't it
Yeah the metaphors they keep banging
It's a Metaverse I go crazy
Wrote a better verse for the lady
Brought a better whore to Caymans
No loyalty I'm just slanging
I'm the realest ever just saying
She be dragging balls super sayian
I be dead serious and y'all playing
Might steal nigga at the weigh in
Kick down the doo on the way in
Don Faro keep old friends
Don Faro in a new Benz
Don Faro with a new bitch
Never say the same ole shit
Y'all racists really can't control shit
Gon f*ck around and catch whole the clip
I'm the truth no Paul Pierce
Pallbearers be anonymous
F*ck around and killed ya whole clic
Look
Pallbearers be anonymous
Why
Cause we dun f*ck around and killed the whole clic

1st shot to his Patna
2 Shots to his momma
3 Shots he a goner
Ain't no hasta manna
Ain't f*ckn round with yall racists
Working hard like a slave ship
We gon need them reparations
Y'all the ops
Stop hatin
Y'all the ops
Stop hatin
Y'all the ops
Stop hatin
1st shot his Patna
2 Shots his momma
3 Shots and he a goner
Ain't no hasta manna
Ain't no hasta manna
Ain't no hasta manna
Pray for me America
For what I'm bout to do

I was trying to buy real estate
Student loans made sit and wait
No trust funds just section 8
Can't win the race when you're a darker race
I finally learned about red lining
Jim Crow yeah I read bout it
Voice in my head it got real silent
F*ck these racist get real violent
They say they seen the Klan at the mall
Hit that bitch with a f*ckin bomb
Till Kingdom come we gon get even
Money up
And we gon keep breathing
Whole team full of f*ckin heathens
They the real reason that I'm f*ckin eating
In the burbs
Looking for an opp
A senator or dirty cop
Light em up like Hanukkah
Christmas time we gon string em up
Kwanzaa to the Jewish
Hell nah I don't give a f*ck
I'm Malcom X with a red cup
I'm Fred Hampton with a shape up
Martin Luther with the switch tucked
America y'all dun f*cked up

Our Father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth
As it is in heaven
Give us this day
O yeah we gon get this bread
Forgive us our trespasses
As we will not forgive them that trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
White evil
For thine is the kingdom
The Black power and the glory
For ever and ever
Amen