Show me all of your prayers,
lower your voice Raku.
Fell back on Coney Yacht,
got my eyes a little wide,
in the morning drinking baking soda
out the side.
First day, couldn't sleep, blew it all night.
I ain't worried about it.
Missico, here I am, saying dro, oh,
watch your lips,
cause I don't listen to no,
with no friends chills.
Money first, completed work,
then I deal.
Static caught a ticket, last time I took a trip.
Take a look around,
Missico,
you know you blessed.
Still in it, you ain't even look like the rest.
Just a couple years ago, dro, life a mess.
I be going through it, but I still bad at this.
I ain't doing all that punk,
it go viral.
Crying like he on his cycle.
I be on my own grass, I ain't got no rivalry.
Every car I buy, Missico, I'll tame the title.
I got a crib where I lay my head at,
knowing that I'm blessed cause it's where my bed at.
Down in my kitchen where I got my meal stacked.
Trying to stop,
cause in Missico I smell that 2025 upgrade elevator.
Finna get out of my comfort zone, not to stay.
Walking out this door,
when I heard she said wait.
I'm on the mission, I ain't looking for no date.