Roc Marciano

Thugs Prayer, Pt. 2
God bless the soldiers, We lost out in the field When you was killed It was Allah's will We part your pill with large steel You left a big pair of Clarks to fill We flipped the hard still And watched you cartwheel Parked the Civil on the dark hill Feel the wind chill The pill of imbecile like Seal Blood out the pen spill I chill by the window sill Think about mils I'm on a no frills, niggas heels The dillingers reveal but not on film I print the literature with zeal, appeal Sniff the cocaine hill off a bill, it's surreal With chopsticks lift the eel with skill The deal was to keep the pitcher fill My signature was written on the bill They Fisher Price mic grippers Tip them light like strippers illicit Two piece chicken with the biscuit This is simplistic I had the iron in my fist when I enlisted SongtexteI was twisted off of strawberry cough The Pelle's very soft The Pirelli's on course I'm heavy with the floss Cock sucker get lost Grind hard for the paper This is tip of the glacier Sip the Henny without the chaser Piss on the city from the skyscraper Face your fears Your prayers fell on deaf ears We parked the yacht by the pier And shot the deer My bitch rock the weird Moncler Resemble Pam Grier My vision is clear I sip the Everclear My wounds is severe My skin is unfair The fair make the rare gun flare Shit your underwear Can't steal my thunder You's a fucking square And I swear I shed a thug's tear Say a thug's prayer Aus Songtexte Mania