My life was on the line, I guess you iced the wrong nigga Died and came back to life, Christ and John River Nigga, God said I will grant your wishes Said nigga send me back so I could fuck some more bitches Get buckets, more swishes, least until the score switches Defibrillators out, they said I died for four minutes Well that just how life go, never know how it might flow The grass is always greener, that's why skinny girls get implants And fat girls get lipo, and good girls like psychos And every constitution probably started as a Point made, no need to belabour it Never been a pussy but indeed it is my favourite This crack couldn't paper it, it's smack you should savour it A horrible smoke, horrible bloke, Frank Lucas I'm the Lord of The Coat, ask about me in my city I'm the Bastard of the North, Lord of The Row, bring the fire look I ordered the smoke, I am Pablo, Emilio, Escobar, Gaviria Lord of The Coke, this is buzzer-beater country go to the border to choke White girls saying a nigga, I didn't know it's a joke White men funding rappers tell you turn up and smoke I presume that's cause they don't want you to turn up and vote Look I will conquer or will I die but I'm never going back Go head and burn up the boats