[Chorus: Parris Chariz]
I raise my right hand to the Lord
Lemme pray up keep my young boul off the block
Keep yo head up watch the opps (Yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock
I raise my right hand to the God
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block
I keep my head up watch the opps (Yeah)
Waver ride up when I make the static shock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Parris Chariz]
Let me mix this sauce with the seasoning
I ask the block whatchu believing in
If this ain’t whatchu want, it’s whatchu needed then
We all grab, just watch what bag you reaching in
Don't know no new rapper that got the flow with the season
I cross my T when I rap, this like the model for Jesus
New tools out of the shed light when I pen raps (Yeah)
My soul glow when I flip switch in my gift bag (Yeah)
My presence is wanted, the wave can’t catch a new brake
I got new wins in my safe
I change the code every week
You can't catch me, I been surfing
CD changer drinking water
DVD is taping my future
Devil passing out rumors
Leather smooth as her shoulders
I'm running toward that cougar
All these rappers no artist
They get the beat just start talking
I’m flowing faucets of verses
It’s never ending I’m working
The faith is meaner in person
And you just seeing the surface
[Chorus: Parris Chariz]
I raise my right hand to the Lord (Raise my right hand to the Lord)
Lemme pray up keep my young boul off the block (Off the block)
Keep yo head up watch the opps (Watch the opps, yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock (Shock)
I raise my right hand to the God (Raise my right hand to the God)
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block (For the block)
I keep my head up watch the opps (Watch the opps, yeah)
Wavers ride up when I make the static shock (Yeah)

[Verse 2: St. Domonick]
All of my dreams are lucid (Huh)
Riding round listening to Boosie (Huh)
Had to hit P, like you stupid (Huh)
Cause the beat kick like kyuken (Huh)
In the street getting ruthless (Huh)
If they want beef go to Ruth Chris (Huh)
Ride for my tribe like I’m Q tip (Ayy)
Think it’s time to hit ‘em with the new tip (Ayy)
These boys lying like Luscious (Huh)
Open up my mind with the loosie (Hey)
Feeling like shrine with the blueprint (Yuh)
The be like Dom what’s the movement (Hey)
I be like, man I’m just chillin'
Amen sweatpants mind on a million (Hey)
What you said? Can’t hear me
My bad, really can’t talk with a grill in
Put sauce on my sentences (Huh)
I got the Light and it’s infinite (Uh)
Can’t mess with him he a Benedict (Uh)
Boy you ain’t gang where your membership (Ayy)
Feel like Mark Twain with the penmanship (Uh)
Only got one goal in life (Huh)
To make sure my youngins aright (Ayy)
I manifest what I write
I got some homies in the morgue (Yeah, hey)
They the only reason why I haven’t stopped (Ayy)
They keep me going even more (Yeah)
I hit the stage, Dreads swing like static shock (Vuelo)
[Chorus: Parris Chariz]
I raise my right hand to the Lord (Raise my right hand to the Lord)
Lemme pray up keep my young boul off the block (Off the block)
Keep yo head up watch the opps (Watch the opps, yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock (Shock)
I raise my right hand to the God (Raise my right hand to the God)
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block (For the block)
I keep my head up watch the opps (Watch the opps, yeah)
Wavers ride up when I make the static shock (Yeah)

[Outro: Clip from “Boyz N the Hood”]
“What we need to do is we need to keep everything in our neighborhood, everything, black
Black owned with black money, just like the Jews, the Italians, the Mexicans, and the Koreans do
I know every time you turn on the TV that’s what you see: black people [yeah] selling the rock [right], pushing the rock [yeah], pushing the rock, yeah I know
But that wasn’t a problem as long as it was here. Wasn’t a problem until it was in Iowa, and it showed up on Wall Street where there are hardly any black people.”