Hit a Roach The LOX

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Pray for me, I pray for you, word
I say a prayer then I hit a roach
Money and respect, gon' get 'em both
No longer a beginner
But I still remain a sinner
Though the end may be getting close
Love lost can be found again
Return to the essence, hear how the angels sound again
Meanwhile I'm crying 'ngac
And my head is feeling cracked
But I'm gon' need a cup of ground again
Speaking to the dead like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense
3rd eye and energy, inhale and shift wind
I feel pain but I can handle it
Getting high, watch the flames dance on the candlewick
I'm God's child in the Devil race
Figured time could turn the finish line to a better place
Take this load off my shoulders, make me featherweight
So I can get high, I zone out, go and levitate
(So I can get high, I zone out, go and levitate...
So I can get high, I zone out, go and levitate...)

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Crazy, said talk to 'em right (Donnie)
Niggas want pain (Sheek Louch!!), I got 'em (oww!)
Geah, I say a prayer then I hit a roach
Shoot first, or should I take my nigga's same approach?
Pay for first or save money and go sit in coach? (nah)
Bail out my friend or pay my son tuition?
Why talk when these niggas don't wan' fucking listen? (fuck 'em)
You hanging out just to be seen
After it's over your bitch like where the fuck is your green? (stupid)
I ask these niggas to walk in my shoes
I was in London when I got the news
30 days for my momma to pass
I punched the wall, I almost put my arm in a fucking cast (man)
I tried to hide the pain from my niggas
We got shit to do, I want the same for my niggas (LOX)
Now everybody included though
Think I don't know you sit and talking like a fucking hoe
Safety on, but a nigga wan' let it go, bitch ass niggas
(Safety on, but a nigga wan' let it go...
Safety on, but a nigga wan' let it go...)