Gospel

Dre, you ready?

Cut 'em under cover, timeless

Ready for 'em, progress

Feeling like I'm just getting started

Two shots back for my dearly departed

You are now dealing with a monster

Boss shit, profits

Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet

Black Wall Street, **** know where the stock is

Try me

**** never see me, but it ain't hard to find me

Unwinding

Shits blinding, still grinding

Uprising

Stop talking bout the past, I'm the future, ****

**** like me still here, motherfucker go figure

Looking for my next gold digger

This summer here gon' be colder than winter

Already told you, I'll fold you like hundreds of billions

And you can go missing, put that on my children

Bet that, **** what?

Regret that, run it up

And I'm about to sum it up

This shit here that problem

Living at the bottom of a bottle

Full throttle, my motto

Fucking with me like fucking with the lotto

That awful, in your nostril

In the brothel, this is gospel

Yeah, I'ma need all that pronto

Yessir! Yessir! Yessir!

I'ma ride till I die

Give a fuck if you bitches die

Put a motherfucking hole in yo face

Back up, bitch, don't even try

I am that motherfucker, been the coldest

Why you on that? No one know us

Overdosed on what dope is

Hip-Hop shit sell better than the coke did

Like a satanic cult

It's an old ritual, slaughtering goats, bitch

You fucking with the original

Flow sick and anybody can get it, COVID

I done wrote shit

That was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it

So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders

And I'm about as approachable as a roach is

So better steer clear from in here

Comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums

Lyricism at its most fearsome and fears we're

On another tier like a tear duct, it's upper echelon

Your career sucked, it was sheer luck

Like a fucking leprechaun with his beard cut

You're The Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut

Probably slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck

And I, What? I serial kill

And you're Kellogg's, I love checks and I hate tricks

And you're a fake bitch

I can spot you like you 'bout to weightlift

Bitch I'm badder than cake mix

(But I) can't be whipped with egg beaters

You cunts must be out of your labias

And God's my alias, so if I don't have faith in me

Then it basically makes me an atheist

Nick Diaz got the world by the tracheas

In a choke hold, in a sleeper

Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair

We both in our lab coats like Retrievers

But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of

Animal, mutt mixed with an overachiever

Oh, You're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown

Like a pass over the head of an open receiver

This shit could end up coming to blows like a weiner

But I ain't finished with putting these hoes through the ringer

Like clothes in-between the two rollers, oh wait, no

What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat em like thread

That's how I wound up sewing machine up

So, fucks, if you don't give 'em either

Time to ride or die 'cause you're either both or you're neither

Throw a middle finger up if you're rolling, but me I'm gonna

Ride till I die

Give a fuck if you bitches die

Put a motherfucking hole in yo face

Back up, bitch, don't even try

I am that motherfucker, been the coldest

Why you on that? No one know us

Overdosed on what dope is

Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did