(Mr. Preacher) Heard you was a legend In your own head Guns and roses Smoke cleared my niggah dead (Mr. Preacher) I got bands in my safe I need advice! Should I pay the prosecutor To beat the case?! (Mr. Preacher) I heard heaven was for saints Is there a righteous side of hell For reapers with my mistakes? (Mr. Reaper) If I had another chance Would you still claim My soul and introduce me to Tha racks Heard they hung His body in the streets Put him on a t shirt His momma cryin Sending prayers Sky high when flying (Or In the hood on 28's, I'm ridin) (When they see me; seeing stars: I did that bid I'm talkin federal!) (Tatted reaper, I'm with my people: My niggas ain't like yo niggas He didn't squeal he caught that Rico 6,7 I'm supercharged Black smoke they seeing demons Said he a rider I know he a swiper Nun like my bitch I had to go wife her Copped me a patek Now I got time Iced out my watch I'm froze on a dime Woke from a daze Can't hear thru Tha static Say life is hard, I'm Flatlining (Mr. Preacher) Heard you was a legend In your own head Guns and roses Smoke cleared my niggah dead (Mr. Preacher) I got bands in my safe I need advice! Should I pay the prosecutor To beat the case?! (Mr. Preacher) I heard heaven was for saints Is there a righteous side of hell For reapers with my mistakes? (Mr. Reaper) If I had another chance Would you still claim My soul and introduce me to Tha racks