Yeah, got my snakeskin boots and my white suede suit
I got the pocket full of patterns and peels
We strolling into town with my royal crowd
You can hear me coming from the click of my heels
I got a whore on my shoulder with one under the covers
It's a mad Cali hotel room
Every man's got a vice and if you pay the price
I got whatever you may need to consume
I ain't no good
Never will be
It's a dirty thing, we all get filthy
You got to get your hands bloodied eventually
To put it simply, listen up boy
If I'm gonna run
I'm going down in flames
They're gonna remember my name
Yeah, I got the .22 revolver tucked inside a hollow Bible
It ain't all about the money but it's all about survival
Got to get it while you can, be the better man
Whatcha what? Whatcha need? Put your money in my hand
I'm asingin' to the sinners, a sinner to the saints
Makin', got to do the best I can, and if I can't then ain't
Every man's got a vice and they don't make no complaints
I'm just a fast-talkin' hip walkin' spillin' my drink
Oh, if I'm gonna run
I'm going down in flames
They're gonna remember my name
You are gonna remember my name, yeah
Elijah rose to heaven in a fiery chariot
Maybe I can go with Judas' scariest
Who knows the level of forgiveness?
I feel his presence
And I hope he can forgive this
Lord have mercy on my rotten-ass soul
Yeah, I ain't no good
Never will be
It's a dirty thing, we all get filthy
You got to get your hands bloodied eventually
To put it simply, listen up boy
Yes, listen up
I said you get the truth
Nothing but the truth
Or nothing with proof
And if I'm gonna run
I'm going down in flames