Yeah, aye, aye, aye, 'mula
Sacrifice your closest ones
See a opp, I'm smoking one
Light it with a smoking gun
Taste the coke, I'm over none
Hunnid bloods, at your park
Nigga, we ain't came to party
Nigga, we gon' stain somebody
Taking chains right off somebody
Pull up in that brand new 'rari
Yo' bitch give me Maserati
Pull up, you gon' get the shotty
Hold up, you going ricky bobby
Hold up, I got bands in my mst
Give me, xans and the lsd
I got grams, keep it on me
Catch these hands like you're joe pesci
I'll climb up
When I fall down
Go meet God
Deep in the ground
Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire
Walking on cobblestone, all black attire
Staking a cross in the ground where you lie
Staking a cross in the ground where you lie
Worship another then you aren't high
Gods never die, so we walking on earth
City morgue, we the deacon of church
City morgue, we the deacon of church
You create a monster then you force it's exile
You create a race and you do not walk a mile
You create the gods that they worship and smile
But shepherd these sheep when they riled
I'll climb up
When I fall down
Go meet God
Deep in the ground
