Ball so hard better pass rock to me Reagan y'all god I sob cause it coulda been crack rock on me While I sit back and smoke on tree For niggas locked down felonies I fell on knees Words raw it's like god put a spell on me Birds caw when work calls sell on street I was never tryna take L on beats My soul heaven got Hell on heat Cold reverend said her soul decease I fold and crease, my sober mind roll in sleep Try to hear her soul talking So I closed eyes, no one peep Never had no time I tried to spit whole rhymes Split through the O line and saw green Through the whole time kept in mind team