Mammon
Why you come here now
You were never here before
Never watching out for me
Never knocking on my door
Who you talking to
Bitch I'm talking to you
Why you come around
You ain't come around when I ask
If I recall from the past
You said you don't need no help
Now you having conversations from hell
Shut the fuck up
Don't expose me like that
Rob don't listen to this skank
She just fucking with your brain
Yeah I know
I know how it goes
I'm tired of these little games that she plays
I'm tired too
Kick her out of your head
Leave her to the reaper of death
You know
Me and him are great friends
I'll never let him place a finger
On your skin
Yeah I know you told me before
You told me I would be immortal
And I'll keep that promise
Look how Lebron is
Look at MJ
I even made the same deal with Luka Doncic
And also Mr.Wallace
His body gone but his music still upon us
Yeah I get it
But I'm still thinking you could be a false prophet
And all the shit you say is nonsense
Don't listen to him
Please Don't listen to him
He just wants your conscience
I told you shut the fuck up
I'm tired of your comments
Now rob do you want the commas
I mean yeah that would be nice
Cause right now I have absolutely nada
Okay now we talking business
Here, we can make a deal
It's that tit for tat
If you need something
Then I need something back
Okay what is that
If I give you all the money
All the fame
All the hoes
All the cars
All the gold
I need one thing in exchange
It's your mother fucking soul
Man what the fuck
I told you what it was
But you ain't wanna listen
Now you caught up in this
Corrupted side of business
Just know that I tried
But you the one that did it
Hold up I ain't made my decision
But it sound pretty nice
How am I suppose to know if there's a type of after life
So the soul don't even matter
With a small chance that it does
But I'll take my time
Think about it
And hit you back in a few months
Sounds good but I need to know soon
Or that reaper will be coming for your doom
You were never here before
Never watching out for me
Never knocking on my door
Who you talking to
Bitch I'm talking to you
Why you come around
You ain't come around when I ask
If I recall from the past
You said you don't need no help
Now you having conversations from hell
Shut the fuck up
Don't expose me like that
Rob don't listen to this skank
She just fucking with your brain
Yeah I know
I know how it goes
I'm tired of these little games that she plays
I'm tired too
Kick her out of your head
Leave her to the reaper of death
You know
Me and him are great friends
I'll never let him place a finger
On your skin
Yeah I know you told me before
You told me I would be immortal
And I'll keep that promise
Look how Lebron is
Look at MJ
I even made the same deal with Luka Doncic
And also Mr.Wallace
His body gone but his music still upon us
Yeah I get it
But I'm still thinking you could be a false prophet
And all the shit you say is nonsense
Don't listen to him
Please Don't listen to him
He just wants your conscience
I told you shut the fuck up
I'm tired of your comments
Now rob do you want the commas
I mean yeah that would be nice
Cause right now I have absolutely nada
Okay now we talking business
Here, we can make a deal
It's that tit for tat
If you need something
Then I need something back
Okay what is that
If I give you all the money
All the fame
All the hoes
All the cars
All the gold
I need one thing in exchange
It's your mother fucking soul
Man what the fuck
I told you what it was
But you ain't wanna listen
Now you caught up in this
Corrupted side of business
Just know that I tried
But you the one that did it
Hold up I ain't made my decision
But it sound pretty nice
How am I suppose to know if there's a type of after life
So the soul don't even matter
With a small chance that it does
But I'll take my time
Think about it
And hit you back in a few months
Sounds good but I need to know soon
Or that reaper will be coming for your doom
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Writer(s): Tyler Robinson
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