Lyrics Holy Water 3style - Prince of the Ghetto

Fifty one fifty pouring up shots of the holy water
I wasn't living right grandma took me to church I got dipped in the holy water
Yo
Soul on hydration come see the bartender sending shots of the holy water
Holy water
Kick it with me let's take a stroll
Lethal lyrics leave lames lackadaisical
I'm John Legend ordinary niggas take it slow
My punch lines hit harder than an eighth of blow
So you better be prepared bring a change of clothes
I get nasty with the art like painting toes
Never claimed a hood always had a gang of flow
Frigid when I spit it my game glacier cold
I'm from a block where shorties ain't making goals
They aching souls getting right off the drank and dro
Shit I know how it feel to have your paper low
Holes all in my sneaks I used to tape the soles
Living in hell getting screwed like satan's hoe
My sanity became remote I had to take control
Couldn't let life's demons dissipate my soul
Felt like I died and went to heaven but the gates was closed
Damn
Soul on hydration
Yo
Taking shots of the holy water
I wasn't living right grandma took me to church I got dipped in the holy water
Fifty one fifty in here getting right shots of the holy water
Yo
Holy water
Holy water
Fourth down I don't punt I pass
Taking chances and when I see the ones I dash
You probably spot me with a bad chick upper class
Aye b see I gave her the d like she under average
And when I beat the buns I have her geeking leaking puddles splashing
Waterfalls over the sheets we fuck up the fabric
All over the seats while we stuck in traffic
Once again it's the prince of the ghetto
Blowing steam like a whistling kettle
Forest green meditation help me get on my level
Align my seven chakras
Collect checks with commas
Stretch em like they about to start exercising
Master of sessions
Give em eargasmic progression
The passion that's epic
Revive em ashes to flesh
I average the best stats craft and invest
Plan and meditate my visions forecast is success
Once again it's the master the sensei
Don caliente
Heating up quick uncle Ben's plate
You growing more soft that's the tenth grade
Trapped in a maze
This fine art is never in a frame
Extending paths my descendants pave
Fuck around dig your grave
I'm sending shots of the holy water
Fifty one fifty in here getting right taking shots of the holy water
I wasn't living right grandma took me to church I got dipped in the holy water
It's the bartender I'm in here in the booth sending