Benny the Butcher’s act, Rick Hyde unveils video for “Hustler’s Prayer” with Heem [+Lyrics]

Rick Hyde unveils Heem-featured video for the “Hustler’s Prayer” produced by The Soul Monsters. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Rick Hyde Hustler’s Prayer

Off the rip, Hyde establishes gravitas through unflinching depictions of street life. “Stir it in the water like it’s Nesquick,” he spits. “The last 50 was my best flip, then I made an exit / I was bold enough to sell that shit and man enough to just quit / the feds started sweeping like its crumbs all in the kitchen.” Fellow BSF affiliate Heem keeps the same energy throughout his own verse: “we witnessed dead bodies, just another day on Warren / just kill em’ fuck a warnin’ / the undercovers swarmin’.”

Rick Hyde – Hustler’s Prayer (ft. Heem) (prod. The Soul Monsters)

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Lyrics

(uh huh)
(It’s Ricky)
(These are the real sopranos)
Lord forgive me for my sins
& thank you for this paper
I’m humble just enough to tell you niggas get your cake up
Yeah I took a devastating loss like the Lakers
My mama see me shining on you niggas like a Jacob
Roli on my left wrist
Imma keep a Jaylen brown of the best shit
Stir it in the water like its Nesquik

The last 50 was my best flip
Then I made an exit
I was bold enough to sell that shit & man enough to just quit
The feds started sweeping like there’s crumbs all in the kitchen
I was still worried even though I kept my distance
Free my brother Boonie
Once again them people pinched him
Talkin’ bout like 430 thousand and then some
The money is the difference
Can’t eat if you ain’t vicious
This the type of shit you go through when in the trenches
Lookin like a ticket I spent it and I meant it
I’m thankful every day I got myself out my position mother fucker uh

Chorus:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
& if I die before I wake up
I’m just thankful for this paper
Now I lay me down to sleep (they know)
I pray to God my soul to keep (Big BSF nigga)
& if I die before I wake up (Hyde what up)
I’m just thankful for this paper

Took a couple losses
Couple niggas crossed us
We’re hiring for shootas nigga step into my office
You’re resume important, we duckin law enforcements
Your OG was a rat heard your father got extorted, with a wire on recorded
Lead him to a warrant
We witness dead bodies, just another day on warrant
Just kill em fuck a warrant
The undercover swarming
Week straight remember doin a shooting every morning
We up with Tom Joyner
The block feel like a sauna
We loading up good, drinking, smoking, marijuana
Higher from my mama
‘cuz I sell Madonna
Screaming fuck the jury
Middle finger to your honor
Money bring the problems
Kill em for a comma
Catch me on the run with the drako like Osama
Forgive me for my sins, I know I’m living reckless
Just hope the lord take me when they put me on that stretcher nigga (they know)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
& if I die before I wake up
I’m just thankful for this paper
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
& if I die before I wake up
I’m just thankful for this paper