[Verse 1:]
I’m praying that my soul
Will one day make it up to heaven
I ain’t never feared death
So they called me FortySeven
I done seen some stranger things
So I kept a Mac eleven
Get to stepping
Cause my mind
Is like a hidden lethal weapon
I ain’t scared of a pussy ass n***a
You a broke boy
Hit you with the hollow point
It’s going through ya chest boy
Bitch I’m out here playing chess
While you was playing checkers
From the 803 Northeast
Coming off of decker
All you ladiеs waste my time
I’m throwing out an E for effort
Thеse bitches playing cards
Yeah, Worst pussy ever
I can get her wet as calamari Off the top
Feeling Like a Swanton
N***as wanna fight
One on one
I don’t want none
She thick as fuck
I hit her up like baby is you down to fuck?
She like to suck
She tried to trap a n***a
But I know what’s up
I’m bending harder than a fucking elbow
The thing with me
I get attached
Fast as Velcro
You are my enemy
End you on this little beat
I cannot trust a soul
Because Illuminati hunting me
You just a frienemy
Eyes of a lost soul
We’re stuck in hell
The government is just a blindfold
Yeah I know the cheat codes
I wonder if I snapped on this song
I got a fetish for the money
Flip like switches was on
I’m trynna get the fucking bread
Like the mustard was on
These N***as think I’m stupid
Wait
What the fuck is he on?
You’re gonna love when I’m gone
I pray the lord Will have my soul to keep
Cause I done made enough money
For me, myself and for my team to eat
Kill me now
So I can go to sleep
Capped up
Like Kung Lao
These n***as my enemies
Pistol tucked
Shoot a pussy n***a In his underarm
Bitch I’m armed And dangerous
Like the killas they did sequels on
Yeah, I’m kicking harder like my cleats were on
Stuck in rap n***as Shadows
Wouldn’t Blow up
Like the TNT is gone
A n***a facing me?
I haven’t seen em’
I can beat ya like I’m John Cena
Or like Ike and Tina
I can Cut ya ass like a mullet
Or I Flip you like I’m Mullen
I done paid too much for this gun
He gotta catch a bullet
He catching bullets Like he Odell
N***as Out here putting rings on fingers
Like touching doorbells
If we ain’t Linking(Lincoln)
Call me Abraham
And since we talking politics
Don’t put your trust into this Uncle Sam