My Spanish hoes flip O's like Vanna White,
Carlos Santana-like Havana nights.
These fucking snakes always looking for a hand to bite,
They'll rob a man for a whole grand and his Nike's.
Yeah niggas pop wheelies on motorcycles,
While women pop Molly's, man,I know the cycles.
In a world without God there are no disciples,
In a world without God too many loaded rifles.
So niggas throwin' dice while they hold their bibles,
And old niggas wearing gold like they know we're tribal.
They wanna disrupt my way of life,
Life's a bitch that I never shoulda made a wife.
Too many ears that I never should have gave advice,
You either live like a slave or you pay the price.
That's why I move like I'm made of ice,
For every dollar that they made though I made it twice.
These niggas killed God though and made a Christ,
These niggas killed God, yo, and made a Geist.
I was told a man's mind was his greatest vice,
That's why he had to kill God, but he made a Sheist.
Natti:
Heart fulla thorns head fulla thistles ,
Human natures the hue in nature we painting pictures.
Dealt plenty lemons without the sugar spoon and pitcher,
So Natti just break em up and sweetin' em in my Swisha.
If u ain't got no issues you ain't try to see a stand,
Loaded with magazines double meanings in hand.
Demons runnin' the land in suits suited to man,
Shits foul all over when poop shoot in a fan.
No matter what the spin on it swing but don't fight,
Shots to the casaba could evolve a Havana night.
Shots from a revolver could solve a Havana gripe,
Smoke 'em if you got em but scene in a different light.
Or the red light district obscene in a different light,
Watch hookers apply themselves applying heat to the pipe.
Sweatin' like the summer of Sam weapon in hand,
Come see the weight of the world moved by the gram.