Trapkumbia God

Crystal fall from the parent's century

SP on lock from the greed and jealousy

I'ma be back soon

Mama don't cry, stay strong no matter what, even if I die

I said, pick my kids up from school and tell them that I love them

I'm a wizard with the brawn, my brother cooking up that butter

He could whip it on a spoon, so fuck a stove and fuck a oven

We was fucked up at the crib, just eating ramen, counting money

Made a couple hundred, and I really thought that I did something

When I ran up in your crib, I looked at you and said I did it

And I beat your ass the next day like you robbed me, but you didn't

And I knew that I was wrong, and you was right, but you fell victim

And sometimes I pray to God I really feel like I'm a demon

And I'm hopin' that he answer, and he's hopin' that I listen

And just know I never told a lie, they know I really bought it

The whole city on my face and I'm still fuckin' floatin'

I told them we gon' get it cause nobody ever told them

Oh, they said rich ain't hard, well what the fuck

If you're smokin' that shit potent

That's the same shit that put down Lama Odom

They can't stop him, they can't hold him

Farewell well 'til it's over, yeah

(Crystal fall from the parent's century)

(SP on lock from the greed and jealousy)

Yo, huh, okay look

Throw up that look, huh?

Look, ay, look, ay, yo

Black Migo gang, greedy gang, it's understood

Treat 'em like the worst, man, I wish a **** would

Track 'em, your God may not really make a wave

Swank through my back on a motherfuckin' slave

Butt naked, hoes at the crib, get freaky

Pistol on my hip, I don't trust a bitch for nothing

I was just in Houston like I'm Destiny's children

Shout out Sauce's gang that broke a bitch for a million

Greedy gang records, I could probably serve you a thing

Got so many junkies, one's cookin', one's cleaning

I told that bitch I love her, but I really didn't mean it

I was at the Zoo, I poured a juice with a cheetah

I'ma put swangers on the 18-wheeler

White put the dope on the 18-wheeler

Since I was a baby, boy, I've been about my scrilla

All about my cake, my nickname is Betty Crocker, man