Got this from the god he told me spit that holy gospel
Said my silent prayer and then I pulled back on the throttle
Yes I want the green bills, yes I want the gold rings
Yes I want to stop on top the castle like a old king
Come and check the vision bitch, this atomic fission shit
Filled with evil demons and I use em to my benefit
I see rappers washed up, dried up, smoked out
Try to spit the kinda shit I'm spittin you gon choke now
Wake up, I'm tryna fill the bank up
And all I see is actors on a stage and wearin makeup
Guess they gotta play the part to try to get it poppin, shit
I ain't even pop and I got hoes on every continent, yuh, yuh
Ring alarm, ring alarm, get the guns out
Northeastern winter always workin with the sun down
Those evils demons ever catch up to me someday
I'll leave the country try to catch me at the runway
I make it midway, that kamikaze shit
Got firepower why the f*ck I need the drama bitch
Runnin from ghosts, they'll be on me til my last day
I want the cash, cuz I'm tryna make the past pay
We bouta pop right? Feel somethin not right
If there's a soul ima trade it for the spotlight
We bouta pop right? Feel somethin not right
If there's a soul ima trade it for the spotlight
Now what the f*ck I gotta do it get it out the pit
When it come to gettin money rappers mostly celibate
Workin like a maniac and maybe I can't even stop
Schemin from the grave to get the paper when my body drop
Come and check the stock price normal life I dropped out
Broke apart and started to rebuild it from the top down
Screaming like a caveman they should get my brain scan
Killin everything it's like the Vikings hit the mainland