Hood Pope

Oh, let me sing my song

If you feel this shit, motherfucka, sing along

Oh, this the Hood Pope

Chain hang low, red rubies, and the gold

Oh, young Trap Lord

Feel your pain, I be down for my people

Oh, drinkin' Jesus juice

Jeans hang low, rare rubies, and the gold

And we sip 'cause we hurtin'

Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them

Then murk off in excursion

All 'cause a **** be lurkin'

Big money, shit we earning

A bunch of hooligans need churchin'

I'm the Hood Pope, these my children

And I'll be their Donnie McClurkin

Gold teeth when I'm smirkin'

Bunch of little kids runnin' round, need nurturin'

Lord know that I ain't really perfect

All of these clowns run around this circus

Lord, please, what is my purpose?

Besides fuckin' these Persians?

Poppin' these bottles and poppin' these models

Please tell me, where is the Sherman?

And I'm smokin' my weed, put me in my zone

Demons chasin' me 'cause they want my dome

And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome

'Cause I'm in some beef and they want my dome

Oh, let me sing my song

If you feel this shit, motherfucka, sing along

Oh, this the Hood Pope

Chain hang low, red rubies, and the gold

Oh, young Trap Lord

Feel your pain, I be down for my people

Oh, drinkin' Jesus juice

Jeans hang low, rare rubies, and the gold

God say, son, you don't wanna go down

Now you prayin' in that trap when you hear that gun sound

God say, son, you don't wanna go down

Now you prayin' in that trap when you hear that gun sound

God say, son, you don't wanna go down

Now you prayin' in that trap when you hear that gun sound

God say, son, you don't wanna go down

Now you prayin' in that trap when you hear that gun sound

And they told you, told you, time and again

That ain't you, go and find your friends

You talkin' about you're ridin' with them

And fightin' with them, those ain't your friends

You dyin', lyin' on cement

Mama be cryin' don't take him

Gotta be tryin', but he sin

I promise he won't ever again

God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while

He found the streets and then it got wild

God, I promise, never again

God, he is my only child

Please awake him so he smiles

But all she hear is lonely sounds

Now he won't talk ever again

Oh, let me sing my song

If you feel this shit, motherfucka, sing along

Oh, this the Hood Pope

Chain hang low, red rubies, and the gold

Oh, young Trap Lord

Feel your pain, I be down for my people

Oh, drinkin' Jesus juice

Jeans hang low, rare rubies, and the gold