Pray to the Gods, swear I'll pay you back
And I'll fade to the black 'till the rain is back
It won't change that, change that
Paint on the wall 'till I really see
You wanna see my face, do you really need
It won't change that, change that

All white tracksuit call me young Targaryen
Every time that I pull up to the bank
They will hit me with no variance
I'm feeling like an Aryan
It’s your team that I’m burying
Cash rules hit me with the gold jewels
Till I'm old fool
Think you're so cool with your whole crew
Bunch of hoe tools with the cold fuel
What chu gonna do
Ooh
North Side lords in the court we the Ozai’s of the sport
Keep your hoe eyes to the floor
Every time you keep addressing my name
You keep telling it short

Pray to the Gods, swear I'll pay you back
And I'll fade to the black 'till the rain is back
It won't change that, change that
Paint on the wall 'till I really see
You wanna see my face, do you really need
It won't change that, change that

I'll find you
I see right through
Why you comin' up to me?
You are not within my team

Y-3’s pumped got me flying up above keep on crying like a dove
Got my girlfriend fit into my life like a glove
Switching lanes now I can’t stand talking bout love
When there’s so much more better things
To talk about like money and drugs
I mean money and hugs
Keep the firewalls up catching all the fly balls
Up from the Internet thugs shooting Internet slugs
Fly through with the haikus stick the knife through where the lies rule
I’m confined to being swagged out till I’m finished
Leave the game I diminished

Pray to the Gods, swear I'll pay you back
And I'll fade to the black 'till the rain is back
It won't change that, change that
Paint on the wall 'till I really see
You wanna see my face, do you really need
It won't change that, change that