hood pope

let me sing my song

if you feel this shit

mothafucka sing along

it's the hood pope

chain hang low

red rubies and the gold

young trap lord

feel your pain

i be down for my people

drinking jesus juice

jeans hang low

red rubies and the gold

and we sick

cause we hurting

pull a chrome fifth when they murk them

then murk off in excursion

all cause a nigga be lurking

big money shit we earning

a bunch of hooligans need churching

i'm the hood pope

these my children

and i'll be their donny mcclurkin

gold teeth when i'm smirking

bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing

lord know that i ain't really perfect

all of these clowns run around this circus

lord please what is my purpose

besides fucking 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

god say son