[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Ohh, let me sing my song
~#**************#~
If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
~#**************#~
Ohh, this the Hood Pope
~#**************#~
Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
~#**************#~
Ohh, young Trap Lord
~#**************#~
Feel your pain, I be down for my people
~#**************#~
Ohh, drinking Jesus juice
~#**************#~
Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold
~#**************#~
[Verse 1]
~#**************#~
And we sip, cause we hurting
~#**************#~
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
~#**************#~
Then murk off in Excursion
~#**************#~
All cause a nigga be lurking
~#**************#~
Big money shit we earning
~#**************#~
A bunch of hooligans need churching
~#**************#~
Im the Hood Pope, these my children
~#**************#~
And Ill be their Donnie McClurkin
~#**************#~
Gold teeth when Im smirking
~#**************#~
Bunch of little kids running round need nurturing
~#**************#~
Lord know that I aint really perfect
~#**************#~
All of these clowns run around this circus
~#**************#~
Lord please, what is my purpose
~#**************#~
Besides fucking these Persians?
~#**************#~
Popping these bottles and popping these models
~#**************#~
Please tell me where is the Sherman
~#**************#~
And Im smoking my weed, put me in my zone
~#**************#~
Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
~#**************#~
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
~#**************#~
Cause Im in some beef, and they want my dome
~#**************#~
[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Ohh, let me sing my song
~#**************#~
If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
~#**************#~
Ohh, this the Hood Pope
~#**************#~
Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
~#**************#~
Ohh, young Trap Lord
~#**************#~
Feel your pain, I be down for my people
~#**************#~
Ohh, drinking Jesus juice
~#**************#~
Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold
~#**************#~
[Bridge]
~#**************#~
God say “Son, you dont wanna go down”
~#**************#~
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
~#**************#~
God say: “Son, you dont wanna go down”
~#**************#~
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
~#**************#~
God say: “Son, you dont wanna go down”
~#**************#~
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
~#**************#~
God say: “Son, you dont wanna go down”
~#**************#~
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
~#**************#~
[Verse 2]
~#**************#~
And they told you, told you time again
~#**************#~
That aint you gon find your friends
~#**************#~
You talking about you riding with them
~#**************#~
And fighting with them, those aint your friends
~#**************#~
You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying “Dont take him!
~#**************#~
Gotta be trying but he sin, I promise he wont, ever again
~#**************#~
God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
~#**************#~
He found the streets and then it got wild; God, I promise, never again
~#**************#~
God, he is my only child, please awake him so he smiles”
~#**************#~
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he wont talk ever again
~#**************#~
[Chorus]
~#**************#~
Ohh, let me sing my song
~#**************#~
If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
~#**************#~
Ohh, this the Hood Pope
~#**************#~
Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
~#**************#~
Ohh, young Trap Lord
~#**************#~
Feel your pain, I be down for my people
~#**************#~
Ohh, drinking Jesus juice
~#**************#~
Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold
