Crushed red peppers in zip lock bags
Better think twice fore you make me mad
Cuz my ancestors, they don't play
You really couldn't tell from my DNA?
The realest, they always get hated on most
But the worthy could see through the mirrors and smoke
You a joke, what I wrote, I really mean it
I predict the future, I really seen it
They be asking do I got the voodoo
Might think I'm coo coo
Money train go choo choo
Can't steal the recipe or the sauce
It's a win for me, but you took a loss
Hoes treat me just like the gospel
The way they mimic me, shit is awful
A bunch of followers
But they don't even follow me
They got none to offer
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I wish you bitches would, try ya luck
Ashes to ashes
Dust to wind
You hoes stay losin, I win again
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I wish you bitches would, try ya luck
Try ya luck, you must be high as fuck
That's how I got you hoes fired up, HA
