Killin the competition, leaving it dead
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus
Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius
I bet you hear that white music
The final war of the whack and sick
And jesus never helped and the devil's a dick
I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.
Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit
I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,
Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys
Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed
Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
Like night of the living dead
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