[Hook]
Oooh, let me sing my song
If you feeling %#@!, mother$#&@er sing along

Oooh, it's the Hood Pope
Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Oooh, young Trap Lord

Feel your pain, I be down for my people
Oooh, drinking Jesus juice
G's hang low, red rubies and the gold


[Verse 1]
And we sick, cause we hurtin'

Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
Them murked off an excursion
All cause a ^!$$% be lurkin'

Big money %#@! we earnin'
A bunch of hooligans need churchin'
I'm the hood pope, these my children

And I'll be their Donny McClurkin
Gold teeth when I'm smirkin'
Bunch of little kids runnin' round need nuturin'

Lord know that I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this circus
Lord please witness my purpose

But stop $#&@ing these Persians
Popping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the Sherman

And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone
Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome

Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome

[Hook]


[Bridge]
God say ?Son, you don't wanna go down?

Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say ?Son, you don't wanna go down?
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound

God say ?Son, you don't wanna go down?
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
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 talkin' about you ridin' with them

And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
You 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 again
God, he is my only child

Please don't wake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds
Now he won't talk ever again


[Hook]