For The Best

歌詞

Yeah Ghost Now whaddup? I'm on my Balkin joint flow you know (Dub: Music by HarryFraud) 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 (x2) 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 yeah 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 it's 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 (2x) Live through the worst Prayers through the best Drinks in the system Smoke in the air for the stress (x2) Prayers for the homies in the box to the day of death Salute to the hungry, we going eat we just gotta rep