Awe sh** this dream is crazy
How many s**as dying tonight before we say its not right
How many s**as dying tonight before we say its not right
How many people dying tonight before we say its not right
How many people dying tonight before we say its not right
I need a pastor, I need a deacon
...I think I found Jesus
My mind's on the thesis
I'm staying based I need it
But these n***as out-ree-gis
I was playing on defense
Switch courts, I switched sides
Nah, we not even
I said we not even
I said we not even
I think I need the deacon
I think I need the deacon
I'm dreaded like a rasta
I need the sh- like the opera
I hit you b**hes with the choppa
Then ride up on you with my rastas
f** with me man, the townspeople we rocking to this gutta sh** live
How many s**as dying tonight before we say its not right
How many s**as dying tonight before we say its not right
How many these b**hes dying tonight before we say its not right
How many these b**hes dying tonight before we say its not right