Dear heavenly father As i lay down to rest I pray that you watch over me In these end times These terrible times [Chorus] The Raptures here Jehovah witnesses were wrong Many more than one hundred and forty-four will come along [Verse 1] Could this be the end of time Man of my city Many artist beg for they shine And it's not pretty how it go down Pull up in that '97 Honda I had to slow down, sh** I ain't shy about my presence We in the Old Town And i hold it down They have seen my compilations on the internet Use them to strike up a conversation But i intersect they dissenting presentation with open arms They ignorant separation get no response Somebody shout, "Hallelujah, you done made it!" They made me out to be sacred or something i swear One day this is all gon' fade away in time, face it And y'all will pity me for it, presumin' i care Man i stare into the hands of time With a hand on my johnson like Johnnie Cochran And handlin' my case So i better have my facts on straight In fact i better be manufacturing faculty members with rates High enough To buy themselves some condensation when it dryin' up Cool, you sold a 'lil crack in the city Well me, i gave back to the city And never turned my back to this city Now i'm back in the city I'm here! [Chorus] (x2) With they hands to the heavens high You ain't got to be petrified The Raptures here Jehovah witness were wrong Every mother f**er that i know will be coming along Coming along, ya [Verse 2] I'm sick of all this persecution I swear that i'm lost in the fusion of these religions Delusions we've been givin' our morals to, i'm livid And i'm relivin' my old thought patterns I'm in the kitchen What's the prescription Drugs and believe systems are so synonymous They like pimps with no glimpse of the omniscience I keep my cigarillo rolled tight My whole life was spotted up Wanted mo' stripes And gettin' no slice of this all seein' pie Take a look in yo' eyes If you've all seen why What's yo' motive homie Uh, it get corrosive when you ain't focus homie He probably know this don't he Well take note I'm in the Palms starin' down at my palms I hate'cho inhibition and condition My mission is stay 'float I may go outside yo' realm of thought Outside of my trunk i was sellin' my art That was back in 2009 One hell of a start We've been reachin' milestones My dial tones are probably followed by Robin Williams number In the summer we gon' be stylin' on all the non-believers wildin' Cause the raptures here [Chorus] (x2) With they hands to the heavens high Petrified of what's to come Standing there memorized We livin' this Somebody tell 'em what the mission is And what a Christian is Cause the Raptures here Jehova witnesses were wong Every mother f**er i know is comin' along