Crutches, Crosses, Caskets

Yeah

Uh-huh

Beautiful evils

Yeah

Check me out

Crutches, crosses, caskets

Crutches, crosses, caskets

All I see is victims

My young **** sic' 'em

I don't get 'em

I just get back they jewelry if I'm fuckin' with 'em

Your man crush Mondays be owin' ****

My skin is triple black, I'm the omen

You can't kill a god like the Romans

Take my time to craft shit

'Cause I don't like back and forths

With Puff about rap shit

Crutches, crosses, caskets

Crutches, crosses, caskets

All I see is victims

Rappers is victimized at an all-time high

But not I

You pop ****, thought I'd let it fly

I'm Yasiel Puig

I'm in another league, I defected

Only thing we have in common, **** bleed

In your thousand dollar joggers

As you rhyme about your dollars

Is there shame?

When a platinum rapper's mother lives in squalor

Mildred's in the Bahamas

For the month

She probably sittin' in her pajamas

Having lunch

Swordfish, my reality is more fish

Banana clips for all you Curious George's

Old **** slapping young ****

Ha, imagine that, where you from, ****?

Crutches, crosses, caskets

Crutches, crosses, caskets

All I see is death by the masses

The only asterisks is the change of the address

My infinity pool as long as Magic's

Yeah, I let Zillow change my pillows

The home is so inviting, the Porsche is the armadillo

The silhouette

The pop, pop, pop

The chop, chop, chop

The throwaway techs got Tourettes, ah

It's more than this drug money

I love money

I speak to your soul and that's above money

This the ministry of street energy

The church of criminology, teaching my chemistries

I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard

To some certain motherfuckers, gotta love it

Crutches, crosses, caskets

Crutches, crosses, caskets

All I see is victims

Crutches, crosses, caskets

Crutches, crosses, caskets

All I see is victims