[Verse 1: Rio Loz]
First things first, man, you messin' with the worst
I be putting hymns in ya head, till you go to church
Find ya savior, 'cause ain't nobody safe here
Kids gettin' shot up at schools and even daycares
They passin' gun laws like blunts, tamo fumando
To ease the pain, no puedo olvidarlo
Forgave the unforgivable, I had to keep my heart pure
I've been going in, never needed validation from outsiders - I'm him
And my process, is much more than you could digest
This is beyond the flesh after death, where I tip the scales in my favor
'Cause my heart hеavy as a feather
We could fly forеver if the sky don't fall
Niggas know my name rang from the slums to the stars
Picked by the lord to make it out the Devil's jaw
Spittin' hell when I'm on the mic until them trumpets call
It's ya favorite vagabond droppin' bombs on ya lawn
Shit's nasty, you're number two next to what I do do
Pinning (Penning) flows like Voodoo
So be a doll and sit still, who knew?
I'd go from showering with buckets
To sitting courtside watching Bron put up buckets
From Warren G to Warren Buffett, you gotta love it
I see a lot of kings with they crown in they back pocket, so stop it
Hold your head high like you got a bloody nose, cousin
It's the coast comin'
First things first, man, you messin' with the worst
I be putting hymns in ya head, till you go to church
Find ya savior, 'cause ain't nobody safe here
Kids gettin' shot up at schools and even daycares
They passin' gun laws like blunts, tamo fumando
To ease the pain, no puedo olvidarlo
Forgave the unforgivable, I had to keep my heart pure
I've been going in, never needed validation from outsiders - I'm him
And my process, is much more than you could digest
This is beyond the flesh after death, where I tip the scales in my favor
'Cause my heart hеavy as a feather
We could fly forеver if the sky don't fall
Niggas know my name rang from the slums to the stars
Picked by the lord to make it out the Devil's jaw
Spittin' hell when I'm on the mic until them trumpets call
It's ya favorite vagabond droppin' bombs on ya lawn
Shit's nasty, you're number two next to what I do do
Pinning (Penning) flows like Voodoo
So be a doll and sit still, who knew?
I'd go from showering with buckets
To sitting courtside watching Bron put up buckets
From Warren G to Warren Buffett, you gotta love it
I see a lot of kings with they crown in they back pocket, so stop it
Hold your head high like you got a bloody nose, cousin
It's the coast comin'
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