[Verse 1: MACHIA]
The Kings, the X's, Rosa's name on checklist
Life is full of sh** for what it's worth priceless
You think you're real better hope you"re the nicest
Manners you ain't really the nicest
Despite this why worry about who the fliest?
Crucifying the Gods we idolizing the Pilates
Pushing weight for that cake see our visions covered by eyelid
Sam Cook when this change gone come
My dear father I'm so sorry for the sins I've done
I"m working hard to be a better P-E-R-S-ON
But when it comes down to the green
Better believe they Paul Pierce them
Wait wait why did you design us?
Just to be in vids with girls rocking designers?
Have them sitting on money franklin recliners
Our time limit is limited taking time of that timeer
Dear Father...