[Hook]
Oooh, let me sing my song
If you feeling [bad word]  [bad word] sing along
Oooh, it's the Hood Pope
Chain hang low, [bad word] and the gold
Oooh, young Trap Lord
Feel your pain, I be down for my people
Oooh, drinking Jesus juice
G's hang low, [bad word] 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 [bad word] be lurkin'
Big money [bad word] we earnin'
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 [bad word]  round need nuturin'
Lord know that I ain't really perfect
All of these [bad word] around this circus
Lord please witness my purpose
But stop [bad word] 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

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[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]