I'm cruising through the city over-time
And this marijuana drifting see you on
The other side...(alright!)
Bye-bye and that's like saying good night
This is my Houghton state of mind
Never mind if you can't read
Between the lines
Have another line and take
You're f**ing time and hope and f**ing pray
That Jesus Christ might save your life
And if Satan is alive he's a prick and he won't
Get my soul I pray he resurrects so I can turn
He's body cold
[Bridge]
[ Verse 2: Pope Troy]
n***a get you're money from your Louie Bag
Call all you're n***a's pray it make a difference
I'm going hostile...
n***a take cover from a good distance
I'll run you over like you should of missed it
You n***as had all the game time...the fame time
All that pathetic coming late time
Embrace I cause i respect time
And this time I'm cracking the whip
In you're face b**h like a racist