Joey Bada$$ - Sit N' Pray (feat. Dessy Hings & T'Nah Apex)

I feel it
Soul music

[Hook]
Sometimes I just sit and pray [x2]
Said I don't know why do I live my life this way
Why do I live my life this way
Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire eyes
Can testify I'm the best of fly
Live your life and I'm gon live mine

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Tell me what the fuck an angel does
Were seein kids who ain't aged enough
Getting high off angel dust
From NY to Los Angeles
There ain't no love
In the heart of the city
Looking where they (?)
And they party at
Cardiac arrest can feel risky
Real pissy I chase cheese and real pussy yeah,
Cats used to yawn on his rap now look at em
Shit ain't been the same since them niggas started booking em
Bullet with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletin
With pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in it
He's something that you'd invest in
Catch him live on late night, but he ain't interestin'
Pop up and poop out something like intestine
No corrections cause the mike been checked in
The only time he be (?) is when he sexin'
My team like teenage mutants and X-men
Fire spark when i step in
He the human torch
Inhaling fumes of all sorts of course
Steez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts
So when we stop by the D we never get caught
I say it again we face cells but never lost
Either be a warlord for 6 fees short.
Each day in this living hell feel remorse
But 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 hand
The morning passed off like the generous man
And they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my hand
But don't understand they the only one who gets the benefit.
Sometimes I just sit and pray
They couldn't walk this way in my Js
It wouldn't feel despair, but disarray
Like their souls disappear,
Sing our heart froze, got dropped like
Couldn't close my ghost souls, eyes closed
Covered with Ray Banns, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!
Even through shades of black
I see brighter days looking back in fact
So I relax my mind, see what these tracks can find
The gold mine that will make me rich in both times and mine
Gotta make it all mine if you don't mind
Cause sometimes

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dessy Hinds]
Right on the block where they sit and play
Lives the vicious ways where they spit and spray
Vicious trey's coming for the ice you kept in yesterday
It's nothing but the history,
Protecting ya' from being history
And then the next day your face is just a mystery
For niggas who really ain't feeling me are all my fucking enemies.
Even the lightest hours requires heavy artillery.
Accelerate without the breaks of a break
And 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 grace
You wanna eat then tell God and say grace
And avoid the heat getting the boil to surface
A 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 child
Got a round of styles,
Killing niggas' mental like a round of shells
Very well rounded round it
Well till the highest number praying that 2047 ain't the highest number