Roc Marciano - Thugs Prayer, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Production by Roc Marciano][Verse]God bless the soldiers, we lost out in the fieldWhen you was killed it was Allah's willWe part your pill with large steelYou left a big pair of Clarks to fillWe flipped the hard stillAnd watched you cartwheelParked the Seville on the dark hillFeel the wind chillThe pill of imbecile like SealBlood out the pen spillI chill by the window sillThink about milsI'm on a no frills, niggas heelsThe dillingers reveal but not on filmI print the literature with zeal, appealSniff the cocaine hill off a bill, it's surrealWith chopsticks lift the eel with skillThe deal was to keep the pitcher fillMy signature was written on the billThey Fisher Price mic grippersTip em' light like strippers illcitTwo piece chicken with the biscuitThis is simplisticI had the iron in my fist when I enlistedI was twisted off a strawberry coughThe pelle's very soft, the Pirellis on courseI'm heavy with the floss, cocksucker get lostGrind hard for the paper this is the tip of the glacierSip the henney without the chaser, piss on the city from the skyscraperFace your fears, your prayers fell on deaf earsI parked the yacht by the pier and shot the deerMy bitch rock the weird Moncler, resemble Pam GrierMy vision is clear, I sip the EverclearMy wounds is severe, my skin is unfairThe fear make the rare gun flare, shit your underwearCan't steal my thunder, you's a fucking squareAnd I swearI shed a thugs tear, and say a thugs prayer