The faith is real, survival is a streak
And don't get a dude sparkling and suffocate
Put them pon ball a loin, and turn them in a bite
Wow, but them texts say a cock dung a improve
No more R.I.P. R.I.P. underneath the bottom of your boot
The people know they did their dance in shoes
And now they rap, you got nothing to lose
So I lift those tears from your eyes
Oh well, I hate to see it like that