[Verse 1]
Now, I'm the fuckin' Demi God, tonight I'll be your host
Listen as I say these prayers and please join me in a toast
All these niggas chattin' shit, 'bout how they moving with that toast
When the truth is really most, would not say boo to a ghost
See I'm a ghost, cocaine money, buys you houses by the coast
We get it in off them boats and then they stuff it up their nose
Somewhere in between I'm cutting that up, yeah reduce the dose
It's not recommended, but fuck it though, it's got me making loads
I got baseheads with no Methadone, and no fixed abodes and
They're blowing up my phone, you know I got 'em speaking in codes
We're on the roads with more envelopes than the guy who drops off the post
And those feds know I sell these bombs, they keep me on my toes
I always come out smelling of roses, they can't catch me, they've been close
Although a whole bottle of BO can't get the smell of crack out my clothes
I don't condone the way that I roll, nah it's just the life that I chose
Not many friends, too many foes, they wanna see a tag on my toes
[Chorus]
Bible on my desk
Idols on my left
Dreaming of survival as I take my final breath
You see my rivals want my death
They must be Mutt and Jeff
I told you all already that there ain't nothing left....
You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead
You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead
You see, I'm really dead
Now, I'm the fuckin' Demi God, tonight I'll be your host
Listen as I say these prayers and please join me in a toast
All these niggas chattin' shit, 'bout how they moving with that toast
When the truth is really most, would not say boo to a ghost
See I'm a ghost, cocaine money, buys you houses by the coast
We get it in off them boats and then they stuff it up their nose
Somewhere in between I'm cutting that up, yeah reduce the dose
It's not recommended, but fuck it though, it's got me making loads
I got baseheads with no Methadone, and no fixed abodes and
They're blowing up my phone, you know I got 'em speaking in codes
We're on the roads with more envelopes than the guy who drops off the post
And those feds know I sell these bombs, they keep me on my toes
I always come out smelling of roses, they can't catch me, they've been close
Although a whole bottle of BO can't get the smell of crack out my clothes
I don't condone the way that I roll, nah it's just the life that I chose
Not many friends, too many foes, they wanna see a tag on my toes
[Chorus]
Bible on my desk
Idols on my left
Dreaming of survival as I take my final breath
You see my rivals want my death
They must be Mutt and Jeff
I told you all already that there ain't nothing left....
You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead
You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead
You see, I'm really dead
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.