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Let me sing my song, if you feel shit, mothafucka sing along
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the
Young Trap Lord, your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking Jesus juice, hang low, red rubies and the gold

1]
And we sick, cause we
Pull a chrome fifth when murk them
Then murk off in
All a nigga be lurking
Big shit we earning
A bunch of hooligans churching
I'm the Pope, these my children
And I'll be their Donny
teeth when I'm smirking
Bunch of little kids running need nuturing
Lord know I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this
please what is my purpose
Besides fucking Persians
Popping these bottles and popping models
tell me where is the Sherman
And I'm my weed, put me in my zone
Demons me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I with the chrome
Cause I'm in some beef, and want my dome

God say "Son, you wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear gun sound

2]
And I told you, told you again
ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding them
And fighting with them, ain't your friends
You dying, lying on cement, be crying "Don't take him!"
Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, again"
God, he was a little child, he was a kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, again
God, he is my only child, please wake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk again