(Intro: Lil B)
Awe shit this dream is crazy

(Chorus: Lil B)
How many suckas dying tonight before we say its not right
How many suckas dying tonight before we say its not right
How many people dying tonight before we say its not right
How many people dying tonight before we say its not right

(Verse 1: Lil B)
I need a pastor, I need a deacon
...I think I found Jesus
My mind's on the thesis
Im staying based I need it
But these n***as out-ree-gis
I was playing on defense
Switch courts, I switched sides
Nah, we not even
I said we not even
I said we not even
I think I need the deacon
I think I need the deacon
I'm dreaded like a rasta
I need the sh- like the opera
I hit you bitches with the choppa
Then ride up on you with my rastas
Fuck with me man, the townspeople we rocking to this gutta shit live

(Chorus 2)
How many suckas dying tonight before we say its not right
How many suckas dying tonight before we say its not right
How many these bitches dying tonight before we say its not right
How many these bitches dying tonight before we say its not right