Lost hope, go prey, do that
Run in house with black masks
Ha, You don't even wanna try that
(Don's pretty much up there on Mt. Rushmore)
I just had to put one in the back
I can't breathe, I can't sleep, No
I can't breathe, I can't sleep
What can happen will happen
This ain't no passion of the Christ
Been a hole within my heart
Shifting through the sand
Making plays on the regular
If you ain't about that cash
I don't put you on the schedule
Had my hands dirty for a minute
Way before the quarantine
Yeah I've been about that shit
In and out I strike again
Smokey and the Bandit nigga
Looking like a phantom nigga
Swear that I be damned my nigga
You don't understand it nigga
Something I could never tame
Coursing through my veins
They say once you taste blood
They say once you take one
They can catch these shells
Nigga, This the hell I sell
No I don't fuckin' cool kid copy
Bringing guns to the fight
Like I'm Spawn, No Batman
No I don't fuckin' cool kid copy
Bringing guns to the fight
Like I'm Spawn, No Batman
Clock's ticking' running out
They can catch these shells
Nigga, This the hell I sell
They can catch these shells
Nigga, This the hell I sell