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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Jadakiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thaddeus Dixon
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Ray Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thaddeus Dixon
Producer
Lyrics
A message to pursuants who hate me 'cause I'm affluent
Boy, what the fuck you doing? You try me you would be ruined
Animosity brewing from a distant, resentment
'Cause I've been the shit since 'fore you had a pot to piss in, yeah
So you think my decisions are unorthodox?
Then how you enter with no key when all the doors are locked
Avoidin' cop, blowin' weed in a foreign car (skrrt)
Think you goin' to war? It won't be goin' far
Caught yourself goin' off, end up a tragic loss (damn)
Pay the ultimate call for runnin' your mouth
Revert the urban legend, TIP intersеct it, don't disrespect it now
I got a problem wit' you, I'm in your prеsence, impressive
Stepping (step), wishin' peace and blessing to my opposition
Just know that disrespect is unforgiven (fuck you)
You burn bridges, ain't no jumpin' fences (nah)
The shit go left, it ain't no comprehension (woo)
And ain't no question, gon' be consequences
King
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned
Kings among peasants, and God amongst men
Say amen, make amends
You know, what go around come again
Fuck nigga, come again
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned
Kings amongst peasants, and God among men
Say amen, make amends
Amen, let us pray
Ha-heh!
Just the thought alone make my body get the shivers
Forgive us for the bodies at the bottom of the rivers (rivers)
'Cause when the devil call more than likely we delivered (uh-huh)
So we deserve whatever it is that you wanna give us (whatever)
Make it territorial, I make it your memorial (on sight)
One or two calls, they gon' kill like three or four of you (yup)
We can go outside, but you ain't gotta brawl (uh-uh)
Know what it is pussy, used to niggas spalling you
Repercussions (uh-huh), consequences (yeah)
The Bible's a good read, a lot of contradictions (yeah)
Find me some good weed, I'll be in the trenches
In front of the store nigga
Or probably on the benches (probably on the benches)
Champ here, so is the belt nigga, when the heat is on I melt niggas
Don't say you feel me (uh-uh)
'Cause you don't even know how I felt nigga
And you can say your prayers if you think they'll help nigga
What's up?
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned (ha-heh!)
Kings among peasants, and God amongst men
Say amen, make amends
You know, what go around come again
Fuck nigga, come again
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned (ah)
Kings amongst peasants, and God among men
Say amen, make amends (make amends)
Yeah, uh
Lord, cover my soul, I'm a sinner covered in gold
Buried some in the hole 'cause this money come and it goes
Caught cases for them street corners I left covered with snow
War wit' the government over shit that none of us own
I had an advantage, only when I'm packin' this cannon
It's nothin', 'cause I knew hustling come with collateral damage
Fuck it, kept it 100 'cause that's gonna add to your chances
Just make sure them niggas you rock with matchin' your standards, huh
My life a movie like Don Cheadle, heron needles
You only owe back loyalty if the squad feed you
Five ratchets in a small Regal (small Regal)
Survive trappin', every cents
My finances been all legal (it's different)
Yeah, killers on my back, I was well-aware (what happened?)
So I loaded up that 50 then I said a prayer (our Father)
I'm sittin' reminiscin' on my felon years
Trap nigga, ran up six figures like a set of stairs
Let's go
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned
Kings among peasants, and God amongst men
Say amen, make amends
You know, what go around come again
Fuck nigga, come again
Forgive us 'cause we have sinned
Kings amongst peasants, and God among men
Say amen, make amends
Writer(s): Jason Phillips, Clifford Harris, Ray Robinson, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
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