For The Best - Styles P

Yeah

Ghost

Now whaddup?

I’m on my Balkin joint flow you know

If you ballin then pass the ball off

I promise to God that even the angel falls off

I might be in tune with the sun and the moon

But I ain’t slipping on some shit like ain’t a gun in the room

Probably burning some frankincense

Gritty version of Frankenstein

Rockers didn’t make me

The streets did

I made the grind

I’m probably reciting Jada lines

Newish lines, Jet star blade in ma gooseline

Sitting on the balcony

Lounging at the Ritz

Guerilla nigga

I can hear the sounds in the mist

Tell em consigliere leave the burner wid consierge

Take from under the stairs cause niggas taking the

I even know Blanco the one who sent Frank

And the cussing Columbians just looking to buy a bank

Me I’m just chillin just looking to buy a bank

Constrainin the stank that’s leaving my mind blank

Live through the worst

Prayers through the best

Drinks in the system

Smoke in the air for the stress

Live through the worst

Prayers through the best

Drinks in the system

Smoke in the air for the stress

Prayers for the homies in the box to the day of death

Salute to the hungry, we going eat we just gotta rep

Hungry

Reppin for real niggas that never eat

Living in Hell’s Kitchen praying to get to heaven’s gate

They say Death is part of the four horsemen

With Famine, Conquest and War in small coffins

I ain’t even but yea bread needs endorsements

I know I swear to God I’d kill a nigga through

You other niggas praying that it works out

That’s real crazy cause a jail cell is the worse hell

Back on delivery

Mar bars sharpen up the cars

Sharpen up industry

Running from Yonkers where niggas think its the Middle East

How you going kill that nigga you went to Little League

OG’s is diggin it

Yeah, and the young boys too

They say fuck that the flip is what the gun boys do

I know that cause I’ve been one

Put a nigga out when you ain’t like doing the income

Pray when the end come