I really hope you get everything you prayin' for
Even if that thing you prayin' for my downfall
Amen, hallelujah
I say I'm number one, you say delusional
Woke up like fuck that humble shit, I’m on my rumble shit
Winners talk about winnin’, losers talk about other shit
You never get what you deserve, just what you negotiate
You want the bag, I want the safe
Click-clack, nobody safe
Clap, you look like fashion and my verses be like rappin' class
I’m on the highway to Hell, I count my sins, then laugh and crash
Acid God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag
Money knots, so fat it's bustin' through the rubber bands
böses tyl!