God kills the best of us And leaves the rest to bury them This heart of darkness is charcoal art Carcas carving marble for seraphims My chest is pounding like an 808 I get so cloudy I could fade to grey Aleister Crowley with the razor blades Spray flames at fakes until they fade away, aye Any minute I'ma immolate 'em My inner state stays in decay Their shit is played out, my skin is splayed 24 ribs sit displayed In a trophy case now Scripted hit-lists in lowercase With a pokerface out I'll show 'em the way down ♪ I got money so I don't do much You niggas be talking' too much I go toe-to-toe with myself in a rut I'm a nut give a fuck mama told me what's up These niggas don't love us they out for the stunt If there's funk tell them niggas to meet me out front (straight up) For some fame there's a whole lot of dick they'll suck We do nothing but plot and do us Me and some ghosts in a truck We lurking for sinners who don't know the word of the one I'm a son of a gun that'll bust if I'm touched We get ugly and handle our stuff Type of fight is you down to put up? If there's beef call the cops if you ain't gone pull up When it's all about drama be willing to jump If there's problems then solve them be willing to dump