Holy Rollers - Chief Kamachi

Kno’I’mean, the sound of the dope heatin' on that spoon

Hmmm, you feel that right, I know you feel that right

(Hook) State Store 2x

Holy Rollers

How I fell in hell in the cell wit the world on my shoulders

Holy Rollers

Tryna twist them L’s see the spell different cast on my soldiers

This for my broke brothers that’s leakin'

The have-nots and the heathens

Who work hard and hustle just to spend it all on the weekend

We — live without reason

Numb our brain with liquor and cheeba

Get tore down, hollerin' for God to help us

Everything we take is truth, a misguided message

The hood, better grimey, jealous, aggressive and desperate

And we exit in enormous numbers

Stressed out and restless

City infested, Avenues infected

And the struggle to success?

Only accumulate the herb and depression

Now how in the hell we supposed to get it together?

We go from no diplomas to obituaries

Seminaries and cemeteries, all we know is stress and worry

Nosy neighbors, hoodlums and haters

We reach for the sky

Steady wonder why ain’t no angels comin' out of heaven to help us out

We know the situation full of doubt, so look at us now

(Hook) State Store 2x

Yo, I’m like, what?

God ain’t got no love for the kid

Home from a bid, livin' on skid, clutchin' a rib

Little scruff, barely enough to puff production at crib

Small hands of a crack baby touchin' his bib

From a heartless dark place where the evil is hid

Slidin' board of addiction where my people done slid

Only thing in life that really seems equal is dead

Don’t need a shrink to take a peek and see through his head

Just study this hood culture where the future is lead

And understand how a young child could shoot you for bread

His whole like «Stop Snitchin'» «Fuck the blue and the red»

Runnin' the spot, gun cocked, give two to the dred

Only shook when the lookouts holla «The Feds!»

Then you dash, quickly stash or swallow the meds

Upstate, pacin', stressin', walkin' the edge

Second tier, come in here, get tossed from the ledge

I’m a crazy celly, like a war crazed Isreali

I try harder but it seem like these days will fail me

See I’m a psycho, in an asylum I might go

Or I’ll be at the door of the Lord with a rifle

Cuz I want more than James, Junior, and Michael

Or I’mma keep studyin' this criminal bible

Psalm one, Palm gun

Ain’t no fears in kings, so be prepared for the long run

(Hook) State Store 2x

(Outro) Kamachi

Yeah, c’mon, kno’m’sayin', ain’t' nuttin' changed, kno’m’sayin'

Still out here tryna take dirt and change it to a magic glitter, kno’m’sayin'

Yeah, Holy Rollers, c’mon, Philadelphia