Raid is done All are gone Does he hear your prayers See the country burn Only misery remains All that's left is pain With sharp blades in mighty fists Now where is your god Does he even care for you

Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

Straight to my baby's love Somebody direct Me I done cried a river of tears This you may not believe But I've been crying for five long years Afraid of all my fears Love has got me now In a terrible bet

Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,