Roc Marciano - Thug's Prayer Pt. 2 lyrics

[Production by Roc Marciano] God bless the soldiers, we lost out in the field When you was k**ed 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 Seville 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, n***as heels The dillingers reveal but not on film I print the literature with zeal, appeal Sniff the c**aine hill off a bill, it's surreal With chopsticks lift the eel with sk** The deal was to keep the pitcher fill My signature was written on the bill They Fisher Price mic grippers Tip em' light like strippers illcit Two piece chicken with the biscuit This is simplistic I had the iron in my fist when I enlisted I was twisted off a strawberry cough The pelle's very soft, the Pirellis on course I'm heavy with the floss, co*ks**er get lost Grind hard for the paper this is the tip of the glacier Sip the henney without the chaser, piss on the city from the skyscraper Face your fears, your prayers fell on deaf ears I parked the yacht by the pier and shot the deer My b**h rock the weird Moncler, resemble Pam Grier My vision is clear, I sip the Everclear My wounds is severe, my skin is unfair The fear make the rare gun flare, sh** your underwear Can't steal my thunder, you's a f**ing square And I swear I shed a thugs tear, and say a thugs prayer