Styles P - For the Best lyrics

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Styles P - For the Best lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah Ghost Now whaddup? I'm on my Balkin joint flow you know [Dub: Music by HarryFraud] [Verse 1:] If you ballin then pa** 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 sh** 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 n***a I can hear the sounds in the mist Tell em consigliere leave the burner wid consierge Take from under the stairs cause n***as 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 [Chorus 1:] Live through the worst Prayers through the best Drinks in the system Smoke in the air for the stress [Chorus 2:][x2] Prayers for the homies in the box to the day of d**h Salute to the hungry, we going eat we just gotta rep [Verse 2:] Hungry Reppin for real n***as that never eat Living in Hell's Kitchen praying to get to heaven's gate They say d**h 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 k** a n***a through [?] You other n***as 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 n***as think its the Middle East How you going k** that n***a you went to Little League OG's is diggin it Yeah, and the young boys too They say f** that the flip is what the gun boys do I know that cause I've been one Put a n***a out when you ain't like doing the income Pray when the end come [Chorus 1] [x2] [Chorus 2][x2][Till fade]