Shawn Harris - Geechi's Story: The Prayer lyrics

[Chorus] I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands Cause ain't no way I'm dying broke No I be damned So I'm goin Jigga I supply what they demand You want that work? Then put that money in my hand I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands A hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2) Let's pray… [Verse 1: Shawn Harris]) Father forgive I'm still in the streets so my mother be stressing But I can't f** with that broke sh** no more Man that sh** is depressing So I'm finessing Jigging and robbing Whatever I'm wit it I've been through it all tryna get it My n***a just name it, I did it Now I get dough and I spend it Just blew I hundred,
But f** it I'm worth by the M Young n***a came up from nothing Used to rob buckets Now I pull up in the Benz Used to have so many friends But they got jealous and started to talk to the Feds Now they all turning up dead! But that's the results when you _____ [Chorus] I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands Cause ain't no way I'm dying broke No I be damned So I'm goin Jigga I supply what they demand You want that work? Then put that money in my hand I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands A hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2) Let's pray… [Verse 2: Shawn Harris] Lord… Them Jakes on my a** tryna build up a case sh**… They just got the warrant to search my estate! f**… They know I be jigging and moving that weight Damn… That's why they be plotting to put me away! Young n***a flipping that yae Feeling like Tony Montana My plug is tentana (?) Told my lil b**h to go shopping She say “What you need?” And I told her “Get more Arm & Hammer” Young n***a I'm with the hammer Rather go out like a G than be locked in the slammer So I looked out for them Coppers And if they come for me Then b**h I'mma empty the chopper Eating that shrimp with the pasta Came a long way from that ramen with government cheese Hoes used to front on my pockets Now I got money I'm f**ing them b**hes with ease Would take a trip overseas But I'm a felon so no, I can't step out the country Serving that blow to the junkies And them white girls who got parents with plenty of money But some be acting all funny So paranoid I be thinking they in on the set up Hoping that sh** never happens Cause lord knows I don't give a f** and I leave n***as wet up Focussed on stacking my bread up b**h Imma get me a check and that's by any means When I was young I was stealing More hard to get cream Not I'm the American dream! [Chorus] I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands Cause ain't no way I'm dying broke No I be damned So I'm goin Jigga I supply what they demand You want that work? Then put that money in my hand I used to pray I live to see a hundred bands A hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2) Let's pray…