May my road turn right, may my fists turn heaven
May the lord be with me, made me look like reverend
Made me look like regal, Southside abandon
I swear I look so regal, I swear I look so regal
May my road turn right, may my fists turn heaven
May the lord be with me, made me look like reverend
Made me look like regal, Southside abandon
I swear I look so regal, I swear I look so regal
Oh my baby got to know me, I'm looking like I'm the homie
I'm tatted from head to shoulder, I'm colder when he don't hold me
I'm warmer inside the casket, basket to tie my hair
Africa's never dead, Africa's always dying
No more apples or oranges, only pickles and pacifists
Twitter ranting for martyrdom unified as capitalists
Give 'em death be gone, give 'em Teflon Don
Give 'em Rice-A-Roni politics to bear more arms
And watch the bears come out
Yeah
May my road turn right, may my fists turn heaven
May the lord be with me, made me look like reverend
Made me look like regal, Southside abandon
I swear I look so regal, I swear I look so regal
May my road turn right, may my fists turn heaven
May the lord be with me, made me look like reverend
Made me look like regal, Southside abandon
I swear I look so regal, I swear I look so regal
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