Crowds and crowns, golden towns
Drugs and hounds, cops inbound
Gun sounds, flying rounds
Hellish land, ****** hand
Rappers and bands
Palms and sands, Western land
Western dance, taken a chance
Ritual, demonic ghoul
Ritual, ritual, ritual
Triple six, triple six, their minds are sick
Some will fall to hell when they die
They take the Lambo for a drive
If you look into their eyes
You can see that they are high
And the devil is inside
Trapped like a cage everyday
They all say they got it made
The devil's way
Money and fame, cash and getting paid
I get that we all don't mind
But they take it to their rhymes
And tracks that play
They aren't afraid of God
They got cash in their hands
They lack a heart and dance
They make the crowd dance back
A devil's chant, triple six, Gucci pants
Material, cash, and fame
Drugs, lean, it's all the same
The demons sent it all
And they make our souls fall
Beneath the grave I am afraid
I am turning can I be saved
These tracks that I have made
My fame will rise my heart will fade
Hot to cold growing old so fast
Take your life span and fold it back
In the future you'll look at the past
And you'll say that went by so fast
And later on you'll ask
Why was I so bad
That's Lucifer yeah
Sin's you commit are forgave
But the people can be saved
Find the light and pray
Can you see that sacrifice
Made for your whole life
Aye