I ain't going out like that like that I ain't going out like that like that Can't break me down The devil coming back around Drunk stumbling babbling trying to back it on me You better back up evidence in the bag homie The king God Heaven's the castle I rep only I'm on my seventh set I don't just rap only The devil on the top of yo head too the tip of your tongue The dead still making songs huh? That's crazy bruh! I ain't listening to that racist lemon pepper fat bitch Some political party done gave him some money and shit I hear him on stage talking with all that aggression in house while his woman in the bathroom undressing I left her with a Bible script sitting on the dresser Yes sir, and I keep the law like Victor God raining blessings from heaven, get the picture? On a horse in a clover field we never whip ya Lucky leprechaun with me, he ain't no tricksta Street full of Gold on ya, but never Wichya Saint Patrick, Clovers on my paint I'm Nicholas Patrick moving all this weight I ain't wit these schmucks I got my own bank Shooting practice on my land Cannon with an army tank Patrolling on my land officers in army tanks I'm having ceremony's for um building up they ranks I gotta tub full of holy water by the front gates When friends and family arrive baptisms in the tank!