[Hook (x4)]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
[Verse 1]
Now when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
I rise out a coffin, vampire style
Hop up something like Tales From The Crypt
Give you goosebumps, R.L. Stein
That's just normal, Nick at night sh**
Tumbling around with scratchy eyelids
I break in your house with the fancy-schmancy
With my new handy-dandy spy kit
If I ordered you a drink then I probably spiked it
If we had money you would probably wife it
I was all in that throat like tonsillitis
Better be careful f**ing with people
You don't know what make them tick and
You don't know their vices
He looks alive but he's lifeless
f**ing with me you get k**ed for a pack of diapers
I got a body in the trunk like a D.C. sniper
She put a molly on her tongue now you see she hyper
She just need to get out some more
What's all the moaning and pouting for?
Me I went broke in a who*e house
Your dumb a** went broke trying to house a who*e
All of the odds were against me, all of the accounts were empty
Every single door was closed and not a motherf**ing single ounce of hope was in me
I used to curse out god, I made a deal with the devil
I ain't speaking out of term but they say I burn money on a whole nother level
Petey
[Hook (x4)]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul
[Verse 2]
I'm encaved in an igloo of cold devotion, no emotion
Drown in syrup I float the ocean
Smoke a bone and put my crazy thoughts into locomotion
I'm driven by sick a** sh**, I got loco-motives
Ran up in the I.C.U. pissed in the I.V., I broke the roses
If you can't escape [?], not at all
I got a PhD in spillage, and I'm on call
Walk around feeling like Curtis Snow, f** n***as we ball
f** around and make an a** of yourself
b**h let me hear you hee-haw
You talk about stunting and sh**?
b**h a do a front tuck in the whip
Ho I don't give a f** I'm the sh**
Tell your mother her kid is a son of a b**h
Your girl gave me nothing but lip
I gave that hoe nothing but dick
Rapping to reaper all of my beats
But everyone know that I come from the Rich
Petey
[Hook (x6)]
I pray that I make a lot of money and I get to see the world before the reaper take my soul