[Chorus: Josh A]
If you got a problem, better shoot
And leave no witness in my crew
And if you pull that trigger boy, you know you'll have to pay your dues
I see trouble, I see death
See the red dots on my head
See the reaper by my bed
Bout to take my final breath, yuh
Father please forgive me for all of my sins
I know I’m not heaven sent
That shit is irrelevant
I'll be saying father please forgive me, for all of my sins
I know I'm not heaven sent
That shit is irrelevant, nah nah
[Verse 1: Josh A]
Know the deal, I gotta innovate
Get on my level or out my my face
Bumpin’ some metal like every day
Summon the devil, then bouta break
Everybody wanna hear the same old shit
That boom to bap, to rap a trap and flow
Everybody wanna know the same old shit
Like Josh he murders every single flow
Like I could hop into the whip, switch a gear, take a test drive
Take it to the hills, or the city, or the west side
They don't really get it, I'm about to take the next flight
All I wanna do is make tracks, so stress high
Might ditch the city, and move out the state
I'm a lost boy yeah, I'm filled with the pain
I keep it real, fuck all the fakes
True to myself, don't need a wraith
If you got a problem, better shoot
And leave no witness in my crew
And if you pull that trigger boy, you know you'll have to pay your dues
I see trouble, I see death
See the red dots on my head
See the reaper by my bed
Bout to take my final breath, yuh
Father please forgive me for all of my sins
I know I’m not heaven sent
That shit is irrelevant
I'll be saying father please forgive me, for all of my sins
I know I'm not heaven sent
That shit is irrelevant, nah nah
[Verse 1: Josh A]
Know the deal, I gotta innovate
Get on my level or out my my face
Bumpin’ some metal like every day
Summon the devil, then bouta break
Everybody wanna hear the same old shit
That boom to bap, to rap a trap and flow
Everybody wanna know the same old shit
Like Josh he murders every single flow
Like I could hop into the whip, switch a gear, take a test drive
Take it to the hills, or the city, or the west side
They don't really get it, I'm about to take the next flight
All I wanna do is make tracks, so stress high
Might ditch the city, and move out the state
I'm a lost boy yeah, I'm filled with the pain
I keep it real, fuck all the fakes
True to myself, don't need a wraith
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