Lil Durk – Shaking When I Pray Lyrics

Shaking When I Pray

Lil Durk

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"Shaking When I Pray." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:07 pm

Album: Deep Thoughts

Track No: 01

Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem
Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil 'alameen
Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Maaliki yaumid Deen
Iyyaaka na'abudu wa iyyaaka nasta'een
Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem
Siraatal ladheena an 'amta' alaihim
Ghairil maghduubi' alaihim waladaaleen
Aameen
touchoftrent be wylin wit it
Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week
Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats
I know I'm past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit 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 Sprite Easter pink
I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn't imagine what V'd have think
I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn't imagine what he'd think
I'm so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ play some Tink
I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drank
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain't cheap
I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe
That's a closed casket, why that bastard lookin' like he sleep?
I told brodie, he do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak
I told Herm, "I need more horses," I ain't jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I seen ****, I jumped up out the seat (Shhh)
I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I'on be stretchin' out my knee
I had brought a pair of buffs 'cause I was in Detroit for a week
I went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski, phew
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
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps ****, they no fun
Two **** in the car, **** ridin' 'round with ****
Street **** winnin', I just had me a foursome
Never leave **** inside that jam if they know somethin'
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Could've have caught me, bronem had 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 Mack truck
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
All of this bappin', cappin', rappin' all for a camera
Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than cancer
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

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Trenton Turner, Vincent Desrosiers & Isaiah Valmont.

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