Gospel

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What Uh What Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Dre you ready Woo woo woo woo C'mon Yo we gotta kill 'em with this one Alright Check check check check check Get 'em Cut 'em undercover timeless Ready for 'em progress Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh you are now dеalin' with a monster Boss shit profits Doc Dre bitch I'm a prophet Black Wall Street niggas know whеre the stock is Heh try me Niggas never see me but it ain't hard to find me Heh unwinding Shit's blinding still grinding Uprising Agh Stop talking 'bout the past I'm the future nigga Agh Nigga like me still here motherfucker go figure Lookin' for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing put that on my children Bet that nigga what Regret that run it up Heh and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem Livin' at the bottom of a bottle Full throttle my motto eh Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel this is gospel Yeah I'ma need all that pronto Yes I yes I yes I ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up bitch don't even try I am that motherfucker been the coldest Why you on that No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Yeah Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did Like a satanic cult it's An old ritual slaughtering GOATs bitch GOATs bitch yeah You're fucking with the original flow's sick And anybody can get it-COVID Fuck with that I done wrote shit that was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is Roach is Yeah so better steer clear from him And here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon Yeah Your career sucked Meaning what it was sheer luck Like what Like a fuckin' leprechaun with his beard cut You're the Punisher weapon drawn with a beer gut Haha You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck And I what I serial kill and you're Kellogg's What I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch Bitch I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift Yeah Bitch I'm badder than cake mix But I Can't be whipped with egg beaters Nah You cunts must be out of your labias And God's my alias so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist Woo Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper Yeah and me and Dre are like dog hair Woof We're both in our lab coats like retrievers Grrr But like a Doberman I'm a whole different breed of What Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever Yeah Oh you're the king of rap You're 'bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener Haha But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer Nah Like clothes in between the two rollers and- wait no What I mean is flows interwoven I treat 'em like thread Why That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up So fucks if you don't givin' me the Time to ride or die 'cause you're either both or you're neither Yeah yeah Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin' but me I'm gonna- Yeah yeah Ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up bitch don't even try I am that motherfucker been the coldest Why you on that No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did