Pre-Hook:
Oh Lord I just pray for my people
My life’s a movie
There ain’t been a better sequel
All the people I subtracted were just evil
Tryna add up to the boy
We ain’t equal
Oh Lord I just pray for my day ones
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Won’t you save us?
We don’t wear chains
Money’s trying to enslave us
I don’t do trees, No
I’m sticking to the paper

Hook:
Pull up, Pull up with the sauca
I got n****s in the cut
Drippin ‘Fuera De La Rosa’
On Narcotics, Man, They’re so high
Outchea looking dead when
You know we ‘bout to go live
Psycho b*****s hard to come by
And you know, And you know
Man, I don’t lie
Said I’m up here in the Northside
You ain’t know, Now you know
Man, I don’t lie, No, I don’t lie

Verse 1:
I should relocate to the cemetery
All these bodies that I’m catching, (Bodybags)
Now the kid is sounding legendary
Killing n****s with a passion, (Homicide)
N**** you ain’t make the cut, (Nah)
Why don’t you quit with the acting? (Cut!)
They say that I am the present
What did you think I was rapping?
You n****s sounding all funny
All the more reason I’m laughing
Rapper is saying they’re eating
To me it just looks like they’re snacking
You think your music is perfect
Sounds like you need some more practice
Gymnastics on all of these beats
You find me doing them backflips
I just want the money
I don’t want the fame
Somebody told me to
Stay in my lane
But bulls*** is something
I don’t entertain
You’re losing to me like
There’s something to gain
A young n**** already know
You’re really tough on the phone
Highway to hell, see you there n****
Keep your eyes on the road
I been really, really poppin’
You’re outta the picture
I’m croppin’
One of the many
I’m blockin
Dirt in my teeth
That I’m flossin’
I’m solving these X’s like Drake now
But I only care ‘bout the payout
Keys to the streets, Man
I feel like the mayor
Get on my knees, Say a prayer

Pre-Hook:
Oh Lord I just pray for my people
My life’s a movie
There ain’t been a better sequel
All the people I subtracted were just evil
Tryna add up to the boy
We ain’t equal
Oh Lord I just pray for my day ones
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Won’t you save us?
We don’t wear chains
Money’s trying to enslave us
I don’t do trees, No
I’m sticking to the paper

Hook:
Pull up, Pull up with the sauca
I got n****s in the cut
Drippin ‘Fuera De La Rosa’
On Narcotics, Man, They’re so high
Outchea looking dead when
You know we ‘bout to go live
Psycho b*****s hard to come by
And you know, And you know
Man, I don’t lie
Said I’m up here in the Northside
You ain’t know, Now you know
Man, I don’t lie, No, I don’t lie