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[Hook]
Let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
It's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold

[Verse 1]
And we sick, cause we hurting

[Intro: A$AP Yams]
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins
This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in
You know I had to hang-glide through for this one
You know, we at the all-star game right now
Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
(elbow in the rim and all that)
(y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)

[Verse 1]
A lot of niggas die, due to these streets
A lot of mama's cry, due to this beef
Purple kush got me high, don't wanna leave
See my daddy in heaven, he be the realist G
And your bitch I got her, she like my Tommy boxers
Nigga I ain't no boxer, I let that Tommy box her
Make 'Em Say Ugh, Silkk The Shocker