Gospel

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo) C'mon (yo, we gotta do whatever) Alright (check, check, check, check, check) Get 'em! Cut 'em undercover, timeless Ready for 'em, progress Feeling like I'm just getting started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh, you are now dealing with a monster Boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know what a stock is Heh, try me Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me Heh, unwinding Shit's blinding, still grinding Uprising, agh Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Agh Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure Looking for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem Living at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle" my motto, eh Fucking with me like fucking with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is (yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did Like a satanic cult It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATs, bitch (GOATs, bitch, yeah) You're fucking with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it, COVID (you fucking with that?) I done wrote shit that was so sharp, I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him And here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (yeah) Your career sucked (meaning what?), it was sheer luck (like what?) Like a fucking leprechaun with his beard cut (you're the) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (haha) You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (what?) I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch (bitch) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (yeah) Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix (But I) can't be whipped with egg beaters (nah) You cunts must be out of your labias And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo!) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (grrr) But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (what?) Animal, mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (haha) But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (nah) Like clothes in between the two rollers, and- wait, no What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (why?) That's how I wound up sewing Machine up So, fucks, if you don't give up me, then Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (yeah, yeah) Throw a middle finger up if you're rolling, but, me, I'm gonna- (yeah, yeah) Ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did