Ay papi, Nik apurate No more apologizing for being excellent From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope And not apologize for it I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life God, I'm so good Yeah, fuck up

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk

I miss you so, so, I do So, so, I do Give me just one wish If I could give it all away I'd do it just for one more day I thought I had the time to wait Now it's too late to tell you (I miss you) God knows I do

Only God knows Only God knows the trouble on my mind Only God knows how hard I've been trying So, you don't know how to explain heaven? Well, god knows There's more to life than living a wise man told me this Or maybe it was me who wrote it, I can't

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

Behold! children ov Cain All beings not ov reptilian form Be upon them! Spare none! mercy cast aside! Those who feareth not my sacred blade Shall be blessed Repent not! Thou art man God is no more

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Them that's got shall have Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't