I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's

It is him I love Holy Father Say I shouldn’t be here but I can’t give up his touch Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us We need to talk I have a secret

Tell me the things that'll take time And exhale the vile Never will I concede the end Burn inside of me Heretic Jackals worship liars Forever I'll be the god that you desire To help see the things that'll take this And hold onto things that'll make my

Gyal show mi weh yo got Meck mi used mi Iphone 5 tek a snap Yo do the thing dem weh mi cyaa fi got From mi si you yo find mi weak spot God know mi addicted to her yeah A you me waan, tell everybody this That a my property nuh bother trouble it Addiction

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down You can run on for a long time Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Every breath that you can take Never crosses itself without something changing Taking me through all your sins Making me live it again Nothing in my life comes easy Beat down and questioned, don't tell me wrong from right You never knew the answers

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at