Not the deck though Hip Hop was better when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco Memoirs of the gold chain It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane Black Versaces with the gold frame Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim 14 had a brain that could throw flames So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Rose Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) That's the crack music, nigga Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga I'm not an army, I'm a movement The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him Ice Cubin', roof translucent Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe? Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water Rocks in my ears something Titanic Diss my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it God says everything happens for a reason I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing