[Hook: Illmac]
Uh, Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water
Hennessy and hand grenades
Gunpowder and holy water

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Uh, heart cold, I'll be this way until my outro
Fuck around and turn L.A. into the South Pole
Prayin’ on my downfall, hatin’ on the down-low
Take my name in vain when you say it, it's a mouthful
Burnin’ sage, let it permeate
It feels like we're a world away, distant
Forgive me for my worldly ways
Face judgment, when I learn to fake interest
Burnin’ frankincense at the pearly gates' entrance
Yo, this gunpowder and holy water
The Son's proud of the Holy Father
Grow sunflowers in total darkness
Got a dungeon that's underground for tortured artists
Uh, all my demons get along
They tell me, "Trust your instincts, even when they're wrong"
Treachery amongst friends, you can read it in your palm
Cuttin’ off your right-hand, like a thief in the Quran
Yeah, jugglin’ Hennessy and hand grenades
Balancin’ enemies with family strains
Learnin’ everybody can’t be saved
At times, you gotta amputate
Cut ‘em off, ignore the phantom pains
Fuck ‘em all
She said she love me, but I don’t know her
She got a nose like a snowblower
Cops came, that’s my dog, he wouldn’t roll over
All my life, I’d flirt with Death and got the cold shoulder
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