Pray for You - The Alchemist, Budgie, Royce 5'9

Look up in the sky and thank God that we on

We ain’t die against all odds, I’ll be around for eons

Adversity never bothered me none

When that 30 unload on rappers, I ain’t seen none

But surely I know what’s happening like Rog and Rerun

While we respect the codes, me myself I can turn the other cheek

But never bring myself to re-respect the soul

I got that young man flow, that old man glow

Grew up so damn poor, with plenty problems

Lotta drama, beef popping, no Benihana

I wasn’t Conan or Rambo, I was just honoring

Going «No mama, no ma’am, no.»

No allowance or Christmas gifts, no mistletoes

Up under that little blanket

Nicknaming that handkerchief Mr. Hanky

Wiping off that pistol grip

Rightfully my nickname is With-the-Shits

Like sewers under them broke lampposts

Going «No, your Honor, I sure can’t go»

Niggas don’t believe that I’m from OP

That’s cold than a whole damn Moe

Whatchu know 'bout having beef with niggas from your street?

At war with niggas living eight doors up, it all adds up

Knocking the four-four Lambos, whoa

Daddo I’m sorry I had to take your stuff

Speeding off in that Ferrari, a Wraith or truck

License plate say 'Respect all praise or bust'

No regrets, just all faith in God’s grace, no trust

All day, my policy is «Where the problem, point him out»

Fuck what y’all say

Talk’s cheap, and of course, all fades is on the house

Either you with us or you in the lost way

I came to march, I make broads faint

I don’t make art for the faint-of-heart, rock star

Far as hip hop, I just do my part

Over my father head in the hospital bed in rehab

Only time that I stared at a pop chart, trying not to relapse

Let’s face off on a track like Emmett Till

I’m taking over like God put me in his will

I’m a friend of Bill’s