(Intro)
(Hook: Pastor Troy)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) (3X)
(Verse 1: Lil Wyte)
Yeaaaaaaah
They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess
I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest
What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha)
Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellum
Destines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires
We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a care
Ever heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht
In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark
With 2 slit wrists to a pumping heart?
I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you go
And let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with this
Don't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyrics
And Paul found one in his own home, its on
Better understand I helped build everything you fucking see
From now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through me
Cause its some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakes
And I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take
(Hook: Pastor Troy)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) (3X)
(Verse 1: Lil Wyte)
Yeaaaaaaah
They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess
I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest
What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha)
Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellum
Destines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires
We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a care
Ever heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht
In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark
With 2 slit wrists to a pumping heart?
I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you go
And let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with this
Don't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyrics
And Paul found one in his own home, its on
Better understand I helped build everything you fucking see
From now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through me
Cause its some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakes
And I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take
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