paroles de chanson dropping the cross - Scrim

Uh, uh, uh (it's a smash), uh, ayy

I'm in my room talkin' with the Devil (you did good $lick)
He told me, "Slick, you're special
Take that metal from your temple, uh
Pop these pills, go and numb your mental
Boy, you know you're stuck, don't let Jesus tempt you"

Millions of dollars comin' with a million problems, uh (ayy)
Two car garages, back to back, two different houses, uh
So many cars, I can fit all of them inside them now (ow)
Sucker for broad, that beg me to come inside them, uh

They told me, "Come down from that cross, boy, we need that wood"
I'm in that motherfucking Porsche, top down in the hood
Got them white girls in my drawers 'cause my credit good
It's that white boy from the North, Grey, my brotherhood

Uh, yeah, pull up, motherfucker
Uh, yeah, too rich for actin' humble, uh
Another year, made my net worth double, uh
Still in the ville, out here causin' trouble, uh
Just take some pills, excuse me if I mumble, uh

Lookin' like I wish a motherfucker would, uh
People starin', haters wishin' that they could, uh
No reservations, walk into the overbooked, uh
Keep the menu, need my filet overcooked, uh

Don't need no playlisting or the labels on my cock (no)
They counterfeiting for that number one spot, uh
Blacklisted with my kin, but yet we're still on top, oh
Made the underground do numbers like it's pop (like it's pop)

Your favorite artists, favorite artists, mm
Post begging us for new recordings, really?
Burn the world? I'd rather scorch it (fuck), uh
Die on this hill? I'd rather snort it, ayy
Off the porch with it (yeah)
If we got a problem, semi-solve it, it adores spitting, ayy
We pour a four in it (yeah)
Coughin' ain't an option, all my partners keep their noses itching

Uh, yeah, pull up, motherfucker
Uh, yeah, too sick for actin' subtle, uh
My fam, they fear what I've seen to come to, uh
Still payin' bills for my distant uncle, uh
Just take some pills, excuse me if it's "Fuck you"