God mode, El Diablo, couldn't probably whip a [?] from the cosmos
Channel Pac's soul then we swap coats
Drinking Ciroc Gold as my stock grows
Cockroach

The [?] Each bar equals a rock sold
No hablo ingles, We let the cops know
I have a side that I cannot show
Just like the moon, you might assume
He be taking some kind of shrooms when he write his tombs
Heard he used to ignite the room from inside the womb
Sun shinin', Its five to noon

I really do this shit, I'm silly stupid