[Hook] Oooh, let me sing my song If you feeling shit, motherfucker sing along Oooh, it's the Hood Pope Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold Oooh, young Trap Lord Feel your pain, I be down for my people Oooh, drinking Jesus juice G's hang low, red rubies and the gold
[Verse 1] And we sick, cause we hurtin' Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them Them murked off an excursion All cause a nigga be lurkin' Big money shit we earnin' A bunch of hooligans need churchin' I'm the hood pope, these my children And I'll be their Donny McClurkin Gold teeth when I'm smirkin' Bunch of little kids runnin' round need nuturin' Lord know that I ain't really perfect All of these clowns run around this circus Lord please witness my purpose But stop fucking these Persians Popping these bottles and popping these models Please tell me where is the Sherman And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome
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[Bridge] God say "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son, you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound God say "Son', you don't wanna go down" Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
[Verse 2] And I told you, told you time again That ain't you gon' find your friends You talkin' about you ridin' with them And fighting with them, those ain't your friends You dying, lying on cement Momma be crying "Don't take him!" Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again" God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while He found the streets and then it got wild God, I promise, never again God, he is my only child Please don't wake him so he smiles But all she hear is lonely sounds Now he won't talk ever again