Lyrics For the Best - Styles P

Nah was up,
If you balling then pass the ball off,
I promise to God that even the angels fall off,
I might be in tune with the sun and the moon,
But I ain't slipping on some shit like ain't a gun in the room,
Probably version of frankinstin pretty version of Frankenstein,
Doctor say maybe the street dead I made the grind,
Am probably reciting Jada lines louch lines,
Jade start in ma ghost lines, sitting on the balcony