Текст песни Death For Not Listening To a Prohet - XL6rief

Need a pick me up, give me shot, uh, of adrenaline
Uh, I know hell is hot bitches tryna get me caught
Uh, letting Jesus rot hanging from the fucking cross
Sauce from his blood give me sight to the future
But you know now that the sight is lost
Upper ranking demon I'm a fiend and I can't get off of the dope
Only hope is dangling by the rope
Hope lost, get me so crossed that I exhaust all the
Dopamine left in my brain frost
Look at all the pain that I have caused
Pause, imma break the jaw
'Cause my dick is too large imma get charged for the semen that I discharge
Oh my god

'Cause I need a pick me up give me shot of the heroin
Uh, imma mix this up find me passed out by the liquor store
Scabs on my knees, can I please have my keys?
I've been fine in the past and I swerve on the streets
And I'm hopefully and emotionally over all of these drugs you see cuz that the will is weak
And love is strong bitch they're killing me

'Cause I need a pick me, give me shot, uh, of adrenaline
Uh, I know hell is hot bitches trying to get me caught
Uh letting Jesus rot hanging from the fucking cross, sauce from his blood give me sight to the future
But you know that the sight is now lost
Upper ranking demon I'm a fiend and I can't get off of the dope
Only hope is dangling by the rope
Hope lost, get me so crossed that I exhaust all the dopamine let my brain frost
Look at all the pain that I have caused
Pause, imma break the jaw
'Cause my dick is too large imma get charged for the semen that I discharge
Oh god

Oh my god we go again
My medicine need dope again
These frozen winds
Hold knowing sins
The river flows and over spills
You're lying through your teeth apparently these racks me nothing to you
But they mean to me the fucking world the only reason that
I let my heartbeat free and if you take that then you watch yourself
Get blown in leads of three
A constant breeze, a burst of energy
That Brought you to your knees and then I stand over your body
With the shotty you say please
But I'm a zombie constant drowsy
So I'm sleeping on my feet and if I say I'm fucking hungry
Then you know I'm gonna eat
We hit the corner store with blacked out Ford's
Were walking down the Corridor with racks that lead to foreign cars
The choppers sing like Bruno mars just play the beat it's going hard
I want to live in mansions going hard in Florida
With booty broads with zero flaws
She grab my dick like handle bars and ride that shit no barriers
Just amateurs who really think they stand with us
But tricks are for the children this real like shit with angel dust
Who came with us I'm throwing up see three of stuff my life is tough
I'll open up from bloody cuts that show my my guts
I'm waking up I saw the devil in my dreams with Perc and Molly
Tossing up Mortua shit we fuck your bitch raised from the ditch but
Well equipped and when I meet you with that stick you better prey I end it quick