Face in my hands
Nigga, damn
You won't understand
Heaven want me and the demons want me
I'm in high demand
Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
On the run
Tell my mom I love her
I ain't get the chance
In the Hills looking for a profit
Saving for my sins
Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
Want a hundred bands
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
God damn, I said yeah
What a shame, still alive
Probably because I'm God's favourite asset
Ball hog
Niggas want me dead, I ain't pass yet
All star
Said to calm it down, I ain't gassed yet
Liable to do anything for the cash cheque
I got bad debt
So don't be surprised, when the pandemic ends
And I still got a mask on, with the devil in my eyes
I'm a magnet for bad shit
That includes: bad bitches, bad business
I'ma tell the teller "Put the cash in it!"
Bitch, I'm Penn & Teller, with the pen
I've been a magician
Ain't no telling how he did it
Secrets scratched into the ceiling of my coffin
And I got a tally for the niggas that I'm offing
Took my kindness for weakness, you lost me in the process
Tell the credit bureau spin the block until they're nauseas
I already offed it
Face in my hands
Nigga, damn
You won't understand
Heaven want me and the demons want me
I'm in high demand
Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
On the run
Tell my mom I love her
I ain't get the chance
In the Hills looking for a profit
Saving for my sins
Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
Want a hundred bands
God damn
Pray for Coachella
Want a hundred bands
God damn, I said yeah