Joey BADA$$ - Sit N Prey Lyrics
I feel itSoul music[Hook]Sometimes I just sit and pray [x2]Said I don't know why do I live my life this wayWhy do I live my life this wayYo, said the apex rhymes on the empire's eyesCan testify I'm the best of flyLive your life and I'm gon live mine[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]Tell me what the ***** an angel doesWere seein kids who ain't aged enoughGetting high off angel dustFrom NY to Los AngelesThere ain't no loveIn the heart of the cityLooking where they (?)And they party atCardiac arrest can feel riskyReal pissy I chase cheese and real ***** yeah,Cats used to yawn on his rap now look at emShit ain't been the same since them niggas started booking emBullet with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletinWith pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in itHe's something that you'd invest inCatch him live on late night, but he ain't interestin'Pop up and poop out something like intestineNo corrections cause the mike been checked inThe only time he be (?) is when he sexin'My team like teenage mutants and X-menFire spark when i step inHe the human torchInhaling fumes of all sorts of courseSteez taught me how to store it in my ball shortsSo when we stop by the D we never get caughtI say it again we face cells but never lostEither be a warlord for 6 fees short.Each day in this living hell feel remorseBut he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed[Hook][Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]Yo, I'm trying to Oprah win-win with a "L" in my handRemotely passed off like the generous manAnd they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my handBut don't understand they the only one who gets the benefit.Sometimes I just sit and prayThey couldn't walk this way in my JsIt wouldn't feel despair, but disarrayLike their souls disappear,Sing our heart froze, got dropped likeCouldn't close my ghost souls, eyes closedCovered with Ray Banns, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!Even through shades of blackI see brighter days looking back in factSo I relax my mind, see what these tracks can findThe gold mine that will make me rich in both times and mineGotta make it all mine if you don't mindCause sometimes[Hook][Verse 3: Dessy Hinds]Right on the block where they sit and playLives the vicious ways where they spit and sprayVicious trey's coming for the ice you kept in yesterdayIt's nothing but the history,Protecting ya' from being historyAnd then the next day your face is just a mysteryFor niggas who really ain't feeling me are all my *****ing enemies.Even the lightest hours requires heavy artillery.Accelerate without the breaks of a breakAnd still I'm not eating up to now and there's a lot on my plate.All in a days work of God and his graceYou wanna eat then tell God and say graceAnd avoid the heat getting the boil to surfaceA soft nigga caught between these rocks and a hard place,Because the Mafia is on the look out for the Scarface.But the ill minded child, is ill minded childGot a round of styles,Killing niggas' mental like a round of shellsVery well rounded round itWell till the highest number praying that 2047 ain't the highest number
