Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot Go rob the spot, go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid) Buy a drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bish, yeah I'ma burn

White whale, holy grail I think that someone is trying to kill me Infecting my blood and destroying my mind No man of the flesh could ever stop me The fight for this fish is a fight to the death What remorseless emperor commands me I no longer govern my

I'll chase the dying of the light Our fellow man is now our enemy Can you taste the poison in the air? I swear it's everywhere, it's everywhere Hidden in plain sight Lost in black and white This is a failed state No love no empathy No love no unity

Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Releasing the fear White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush Wide-eyed and red-faces, my skin hot and flushed The hair stands up down the backside of my neck Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need Life on the edge is the bread which I feed Standing

(Final dictvm) I taste like blood I smell like victory (Oh my God) I smell like victory Repent repent It's all the same Bow down to a god so your life is saved Revenge revenge This punishment

On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top Yeah, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40

A-M-E-R-I-C-A Home of the free, the sick and depraved So why the fuck are you looking at me? Ya-a-a-a-ao We take medication to be someone else And we take off our clothes to pay for the bills Where downloading content will buy you a sentence And murder