Letras
Look at me
I'm done feeling the vibe out
Ya bitch made, lets find out
Lets find out
Look at me
I'm done feeling the vibe out
Ya bitch made, lets find out
Lets find out
Look at me
Out
Out
This is for Great Rome
The Great House of the Lord
My People
My People
My People
My People
My-
My-
Same old lies are getting old
Never those, you're payin those
Bright lights, fire beams
Look alive you're teaching those rainbows to little kids,
I'll shoot to kill ya, lil' glock 9
Simulate, A savior
I'm too alive for family
Too alive for property
I'm the big spoon, big cinnamon
Spectate you ain't innocent, Big bells
Start ringing' em
God ties fuck government
Co-signs come follow him
Children God loving them
God bless, Us the people
We big strong, blessed weaponry
Okay we in big trucks
Saints ready in the war room
Okay lotta stick talk
Saints ready in the ballroom
Okay fully armored
Saints ready in the war room
Okay lotta stick talk
Saints ready with the armor
I'm Ready
Okay, Okay
I'm Ready
Okay, Okay