Huh Know what I'm sayin' Even I know you don't care about that much as Still yours I get possessive Shit Dawg I'm in face, I'm at your gate Tickets to funerals, tickets to wakes Ship him right down to Guantanamo Bay I took my brrt out on a date Shootin' at has-beens, ready for, hey You're not a boss, I heard your bars Don't really fuck with, I know who you are I see the green and your forest is gone In your prime, you was off, what you on? RIP Mike, RIP Mike Jackson, Johnson, shoutout to Tys' Praise to Allah, knees on the floor Prayin' for peace, I really want war Shit, I'm fuckin' with the Vaneli, I'm bored Two .16s, R, kelly his door Why is my mind always focused on war? Every light ain't worth discussin', my Lord Every light that you meet ain't a God Some lights don't pick up, not a car Other lights never reachin' the bar Some lights ain't really been touched, like at all Dracos be kickin' back just like a horse That Cybertruck rented, you dent it, you poor Beat your ass up, you was kickin' the door Then beat that goth out of him, he really a corpse Bitch, I'm nasty as fuck, sloppy seconds, this Heaven Don't tell my niggas or my bitch or the reverend Chopper bleed, it's giving' out C sections You get D effort One bitch, I don't need heifers 'Cause you're not a real stepper Told my bitch: Look, bitch, this shit right here forever Real Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah