Hello Satan
(专辑: She Loves Me Not - 2020)
Yo, Detroit, yeah, go a
little something like this Make a
lot of noise when I'm rolling with them boys I
be on the
gang gang from Detroit to Illinoise I
ain't got a
choice, gotta use my fucking voice 'Til I
pull up on the
block in the
new Rolls-Royce Gang gang, make your brains hang if a
snitch saying The
only time I
ever switched up is the
switch lanes No dress code, but you dress like a
bitch, mane Sissy soft suckers get found in a
ditch, mane I
don't care if you poor or you a
rich mane Never know who [?] when you throw the
pitch, mane Take the
rock and run to play, but never run away Some hustlers die, some live to see another day Game cold, lot of hustlers fold On that lonely Hell road, watch 'em sell they soul Everything that glitters, you know it ain't gold The
game's sold and not told It ain't what you do but how you doing life We've been hustling a
lifetime and you wanna ruin it Get a
life, get some goals, start pursuing it Only one rule in this game, stay true in it I'ma keep winning and keep Errol Flynn'in On all y'all niggas that's out here sinning I'm grinning to the
bank, mane, smoking on dank, man Gas, I
got a
full tank, mane Bet it all, never stall, I'm like a
wrecking ball I
got your girl down on her knees and my beck and call Kill these niggas, notify they next of kin Walked up and shot 'em, call that a
pedestrian Mean mug less grin when you see my hat If I
ain't a D
boy, then what do you call that? Now it's time for you mumbling niggas to face facts Fall back, y'all just wick wick wack Early this morning, when you knocked upon my door And I
said, "Hello, Satan, I
believe it's time to go" Knock, knock, time to wake up the
block Heard a
few shots, heard they murdered two cops Pop, pop, put one off in his top Wipe the
blood stains up with this Clorox Don't forget they uniforms, and this mop Is soaked with gasoline, put it in a
squad car and blow the
spot Grabbed the
package, put it back up in the
pot Waiting 'til the
water starts to bubble, tell me what you got Thirty-six O's on a
triple beam scale Tell me where you weigh in, either Heaven or Hell Made a
deal with the
Devil, how much soul you sell Crucified on the
cross, Jesus hanging by a
nail But some never learn 'til they soul start to burn It's a
hell of a
game, and you can't wait to get a
turn So you made the
deal, you really wasn't concerned Until they cremated your body, ashes put in the
urn [?] six feet deep with the
maggots and worms Have your body decomposing bacteria germs So now, who the
nigga? I
guess you the
nigga Fuck the
police, they so quick to shoot a
nigga No power, no privilege, now your soul getting pillaged You shouldn't have been a
dirt cop, I
know you can feel it The
flames in Hell, burning yo ass crack You won't survive in Hell's kitchen, only get laughed at Early this morning, when you knocked upon my door And I
said, "Hello, Satan, I
believe it's time to go"