Shaking When I Pray Lyrics – Lil Durk

Read the full Shaking When I Pray lyrics by Lil Durk along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Durk’s music, you can also explore Keep on Sipping and They Wanna Be You, two other songs by Lil Durk.

[Intro]
(??)
(TouchofTrent be wilding with it)

[Verse 1]
Check your texts Smurk
My phone be dead for a week
Check your net worth
Three million, I spent that s*it at Uber Eats
I know I past it, but I get mad when they say I don’t do s*it for the streets
I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off link
I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Spirte Easter pink
I was salty when
[Newski?] passed, so I can imagine what be to think
I got a cousin in (??) so I can imagine what he think
I’m so cool, like CJ, I can tell the DJ, “Play some Tink”
I’m so happy, I’m fully focused, I had to slow down off the drink
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place, the mind (??) when that s*it ain’t cheap
I went Rolls, Patek 2023, Phillipe
That’s a closed clasket, why that ba*tard still looking like he sleep?
I told brodie do it for Molly, Folly turnt up as we speak
I told her I need more horses, I ain’t jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I’m saying I jumped up out the seat
I be shaking when I pray ’cause I don’t be stretching out my knee
I had brought a pair of (??), I was in Detroit for a week
I’m with Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you sheisty in your hood, they pop outside and get that skeet

[Chorus]
Oh, they my rival, oh
They’ll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what?
They’ll kill your idol
Oh, you ain’t even got a title, oh

[Verse 2]

Fee-fi-fo-fum, on the opps, they no fun
Two (??) and they caught n!ggas riding ’round with (??)
Street n!ggas went in, I just had me a foursome
Never leave out the jam if they know some’
Still free my opps, they gon’ get life when that Glock torch
Coulda have (??) snuck on my back porch
Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up
Brodie don’t hustle off the muscle, go get a Mac truck
(Brodie don’t hustle off the muscle, go get a Mac truck)
All of this back and capping, rapping all for a camera
Only the family in my ass, worse than the cancer

[Chorus]
Uh, they my rival, oh
They’ll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what?
They’ll kill your idol
Oh, you ain’t even got a title, oh