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Hail Mary Video (MV)




Performed By: Prototype
Featuring: Lazarus the Kid
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Jason Nderitu




Prototype - Hail Mary Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lazarus the Kid ]

Hail Mary, While inhaling all this Mary Jane
Hail Mary, but it never takes away the pain
Throw dirt, this is Hov, but they call him Jay
They say crime doesn't pay, but I'm very paid
Sold another beat the day before like yesterday
Tell Deloitte they need to check up on the resume
Lobster dinner and she asking for the reserve
Always late, but you know she's sweet desolate
Paris for the night
We getting artisanal 30k for the sides, be reasonable
Summer's cold, but you know this shit's seasonal
Like my chicken, Kentucky needs season though
How I nest the whole game, unbelievable
Keep it on the hush, we all on a need to know
Hate it when she tells me things I don't need to know
Render unto Caesar, Caesar's, this is Caesar's flow
Had to take her to the cabin for the winter vibes
Gotta carry the whole team on some winter vibes
Gotta carry the whole team, shit is tiring
Even got the old goats, I'm retiring
Back when once every year was inspiring
Now once every five is uninspiring
Now it's once every week, I ain't trying man
Somebody ask me if Dreamville is hiring
Bassey said we got no talent, I was quiet man
But now it feels like they preaching to the choir man
Cause cold is in the B-A-L and I am tired man
Somebody get this fake African retired man
Bassey said we got no talent, I was quiet man
But now it feels like they preaching to the choir man
Cause cold is in the B-A-L and I am tired man
Somebody get this fake African retired man
Bassey said we got no talent, I'm like preach
This man really thinks he's speaking for the streets
This man is softer than a sugar lump
Sweet I had to kill him on a Lazarus beat
I had to kill him on some African heat
I had to cancel all their tours to compete
I ain't afraid of none of y'all, we can meet
I still say it to your face in the streets
Cause I was there when Bass played Nairobi
I sang every song you wrote like you Kobe
The crazy part is you still think you in the right
A hundred mil, how the f*ck you sleep at night
Knowing that you took somebody else's place
You just a colonizer of your own race
Somebody tell Puma this is a disgrace
Somebody tell Puma this is a disgrace
Somebody please tell Cole, go stop it
I hate to say it but we dealing with some false prophets
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Hail Mary, While inhaling all this Mary Jane
Hail Mary, but it never takes away the pain
Throw dirt, this is Hov, but they call him Jay
They say crime doesn't pay, but I'm very paid
Sold another beat the day before like yesterday
Tell Deloitte they need to check up on the resume
Lobster dinner and she asking for the reserve
Always late, but you know she's sweet desolate
Paris for the night
We getting artisanal 30k for the sides, be reasonable
Summer's cold, but you know this shit's seasonal
Like my chicken, Kentucky needs season though
How I nest the whole game, unbelievable
Keep it on the hush, we all on a need to know
Hate it when she tells me things I don't need to know
Render unto Caesar, Caesar's, this is Caesar's flow
Had to take her to the cabin for the winter vibes
Gotta carry the whole team on some winter vibes
Gotta carry the whole team, shit is tiring
Even got the old goats, I'm retiring
Back when once every year was inspiring
Now once every five is uninspiring
Now it's once every week, I ain't trying man
Somebody ask me if Dreamville is hiring
Bassey said we got no talent, I was quiet man
But now it feels like they preaching to the choir man
Cause cold is in the B-A-L and I am tired man
Somebody get this fake African retired man
Bassey said we got no talent, I was quiet man
But now it feels like they preaching to the choir man
Cause cold is in the B-A-L and I am tired man
Somebody get this fake African retired man
Bassey said we got no talent, I'm like preach
This man really thinks he's speaking for the streets
This man is softer than a sugar lump
Sweet I had to kill him on a Lazarus beat
I had to kill him on some African heat
I had to cancel all their tours to compete
I ain't afraid of none of y'all, we can meet
I still say it to your face in the streets
Cause I was there when Bass played Nairobi
I sang every song you wrote like you Kobe
The crazy part is you still think you in the right
A hundred mil, how the f*ck you sleep at night
Knowing that you took somebody else's place
You just a colonizer of your own race
Somebody tell Puma this is a disgrace
Somebody tell Puma this is a disgrace
Somebody please tell Cole, go stop it
I hate to say it but we dealing with some false prophets
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Writer: Jason Nderitu
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