angels cry every time you dance
i guess i met the devil in france
jules stashed the work in the hemi
quit henney bad bitches i hit plenty
here's a list of real niggas
say a prayer like it's before dinner
hot shells during the cold winter
wonder why it's all balmain and custom bought?
cause santa never had shit for a muslim boy
they roll over on you when they was rollin' with you
code of honor like it's the holy scripture
bet it's 2020 vision till that 40 hit you
up for days mixing drugs with the paranoia
this one's for the dope boys stackin' just to pay the lawyer
i sit at home all alone with the 44 under my pillow
in the end they all pretend
it's fried lobster and kung-pow
i don't gotta put towers down
i'm around when out of town
back on your set like fuck a setback
niggas throwin' chips on the table
you can keep five off top
foreign women and immigrant cars
a couple sin for an innocent heart
watches that don't tick for the whole clique
your beauty like funeral flowers
your beauty like funeral flowers
your beauty like funeral flowers
such a dark and luminous power