Gluttony

Praise God (our Father)
(Why would you doubt the church?)
(Lord I wanna tell you) I belong here in hell
Your prayers are worthless here
(What is that sound? More demons)

Always been vicious
Never hired shooters fire rugers
Violent bruisers
Known to start riots and then incite the looters
Make sly maneuvers when you slide in Ubers
High abusers
Life is easy when your top down and you know you're dying ruthless
Apply the blueprint if you steal the streets

Don't feel relieved?
I know
It's hard to wake up for work when you sleep in silky sheets
It's 'bout time
There's always an opinion when niggas doubt mine
I shoot perfect from three
And they'll say you missed from the foul line
I get sick with these foul lines

The Shotty erase your thoughts and blow out minds
Your body gets traced in chalk when it's outlined (huh)
Whether you hate or love us
Pray the judges take our brothers
Fools learn from mistakes
A genius learns from mistakes of others
Devastation
Every phrase I utter shakes the gutter

Said to Satan wait for supper
Whoever don't get a plate will suffer
Hateful suckers
I am too cerebral for you foolish people
Too deceitful a money tree can only leave roots of evil (uh)

Time to kick down the door again
Clear the city for slaughtering
Awful town nigga caught up in
Not on ya side you're ordered in
I done went overboard with sin
You playing games
Think before you slip that quarter in
Ain't no pain like the family kicking your organs in

Palace to raise my daughters in
Watch your step for the screws I'm missing
Cruel conditions
Few collisions
Spinning blocks for superstition
Jake popped out the coupe went missing
Veteran these fucking babies need supervision
I don't know what's worse now

The bullets or fuel prescriptions?
Wannabes wanna confuse tradition
Sleeves spaghetti legend
A masterpiece is a one day errand
Two two threes and one eight sevens
Blew through G's that bread's a weapon
Stew stew beef your bed's in heaven
Rule with peace they'll double-cross you
Futile thieves a better present

Accurate stories don't take convincing
Liars can't back and forth me
Back in causely you ain't seen nothing
Hood taught us that since shorties
Back up off me
Gucci in traffic
One of you bastards saw me
Platinum 40
20 years later
Looking for caskets call me (caskets call me)

Forgive me for all of my wicked sins (sins)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lloyd, Tivon Key, Randy Jay Nicholls
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