[Hook]Let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing alongThis the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the goldYoung Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my peopleDrinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold[Verse 1]And we sick, cause we hurtingPull a chrome fifth when they murk themThen murk off in ExcursionAll cause a nigga be lurkingBig money shit we earningA bunch of hooligans need churching
I'm the Hood Pope, these my childrenAnd I'll be their Donnie McClurkinGold teeth when I'm smirkingBunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this circus
Lord please what is my purposeBesides fucking these PersiansPopping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the ShermanAnd I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zoneDemons chasing me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chromeCause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome
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[Bridge]God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
[Verse 2]And I told you, told you time again
That ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't your friendsYou dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!"
Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again"God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild; God, I promise, never againGod, he is my only child, please awake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again
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