[Intro: Will Ferrell]
Dear, 8-pound, 6-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent
[Hook] x2
Yesterday I sent up a prayer
It was selfish, I was in the mirror
Lookin' at my good features
Lookin' like a baby Jesus
[Verse 1]
I'm too f**in' s**y for my f**in' self
But I'm too f**in' s**y for anybody else
I got two phones so I can talk to myself
Cause I don't wanna hear from anybody else
These b**hes lookin' like they wanna eat me
My life a movie, these n***as' life ain't even f**in' TV
Ask around, I'm a f**in' shooter
Am I a nerd for drive-bys off my f**in' scooter?
I'm sippin' champagne like it's f**in' milk
I buy the bottle just so I can spray everybody else
I'm standin' on the sofa in my f**in' loafers
Crockett & Jones, just know these ain't no f**in' Jordans
[Hook] x2
[Verse 2]
I'm a street n***a, no backpack
I'm a n***a, n***a, no frat rap
I sold more dope than these n***as that be tryna rap that
But I'm articulate with my words
And have more experience to speak on that trap rap
I hop on the plane with my firearm, I pack that
Cause I be out of town
When n***as see my gold and wanna get blapped at
These coon a** rappers get laughed at
Lord I pray for 'em, they're sniffin' their own trap packs
I be movin' and shakin' with Cubans and Haitians
Recruitin' and breakin' bad b**hes who be usin' vacations
I'm smooth with the patience but not truly accustomed to waitin'
If I want it, I'll take it, nah if I want it, I'll make it
I'm creative, creator, my life is a painting
Buildin' and breakin' with the sk** of a mason
Not really be prayin' but...
[Bridge]
Yesterday, sent up a prayer now
Lookin' in the mirror now
Don't know what to tell you
[Hook] x2
[Outro: Houston Tumlin]
Daddy, you made that grace your b**h