Never Safe Styles P

[Verse 1]
Looking in the mirror, just telling myself to pray more
God ain't taking cash for them sins you got to pay for
Ghost here, but you don't need to the ouija to work
I blow the blunt, travel the smoke, leaving the earth
And I'm on an ill journey, you pussy then pull your panties up
Spit on Satan's face, tell the antichrist to ante up
Serpents in my sleep, bullets fully awake
I guess the angels got my back, or it could've been faith
Cuz my soul travel the earth, out in the space
Think of my niggas on the highway, out of the state
Touching weight, but a gym ain't around
If you're the king of the deadman, rarely do we give them a crown
Shit, I'm just trynna talk sense to ya
Said he's your homie, but I bet he won't pay the rent for ya
But he's chillin and gettin bent with ya
Sittin in the whip, just thinking of what I said to ya
Will he feed your seed if you need him to?
We all follow the path that greed lead us to
If you bleed for me, I'ma bleed for you
And be right there when you need me to
Other than that, let's go our separate ways
Cuz I'm in the jungle where the lions and all the leopards stay
Niggas let it spray like pepper spray
But everybody prays for a better day