Thug's Prayer, Pt. 2 (Bonus Track)

God bless the soldiers, we lost out in the field

When you was killed 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, niggas heels

The dillingers reveal but not on film

I print the literature with zeal, appeal

Sniff the cocaine hill off a bill, it's surreal

With chopsticks lift the eel with skill

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 illicit

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, cocksucker 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 bitch rock the red 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, shit your underwear

Can't steal my thunder, you's a fucking square

And I swear

I shed a thugs tear, and say a thugs prayer