Bloom / Prayers Up

Yeah, yeah treated like king in this bitch
Put a few brands on them hoes
Put a lil smoke with that fire
Put a few hands on that rope
Put a lil shine on your teeth
Niggas ain't been here before
Need to be here with my folk
Need to be here with that funk
Can I live, how I live and forever recline
Hit the bank, and it feels good every time
Keep it real to a fault
That's that Erykah style
Like ‘em thick & eclectic
With a clever disguise
Finna gеt my nails done and my
Hair done with my bitch dawg
I just wanna put life up and put
Icе up with my bitch dawg
House big and my couch big and
My big cup in my dishwasher
Benz truck and got Cadillac on them big feet
And 'bout 6 dawg
Stack it up just like this tall
I ain't even that tall, I ain't even Nascar
I ain't even that far, I ain't even bastard
I ain't even that part
Drive it like Grandpa hugging that asphalt

What you wanna receive
Or what you reciprocated it throws
It back at you
Call me crazy, I almost like heartbreak
Love me?
It brings me clarity, I love clarity
Do you love me?

(Part I I: Prayers Up)

If I have my motherfuckin' heartbroke
Is it that hard to believe?
Cause I been banging out the inside
And working hard for the weed
Cause baby you should be my best friend
That's some good info
Cause baby you should be my best friend
That's some good info
If I have my motherfuckin' heartbroke
Is it that hard to believe?
Cause I been banging out the inside
And working hard for the weed
Cause baby you should be my best friend
And some good info
Cause baby you should be my best friend
And some good info