some gold glock started as castor now nigga its the motherfuckin pastor ready to rapcha hittin my slap shift sippin on the fifth let s burn another splif pussy rowling ass end of the weed lick the barrel of my motherfuckin desert e s and they ain t believe i m on top of shit straight rock ya shit ok fuck the props and shit cause when it all falls down i m shooting everybody around you better get down you better take cover it s pastor troy and i mma kill a motherfucker i just bought the ferrari fire red off the lot damn what kinda money y all got and then i heard yo new cd it sound soft fuck witcha boy pt and face off who want war who want war who want war who want war who want war who want war who want war who want war verse 2 nigga yeah even when i sin cast the first stone cross the line and get motherfuckin rolled on it s full blown like motherfuckin aids hand grenades mistakes you shouldn t made but you did as a kid a gunslinga mom and pops knew i would be a gang banga but i ain t had to rock the red or rock the bluuue i had a mil before i hit twenty two but look at you you still workin off fronts you might as well sell blunts why don t you go post up in magic city sell cigars while i m tippin me some titties naw you can go to la and be gents you can be the one who parks my benz if that s even what i m driving i got so many cars don t know what to ride in  i gotta lesson that y all need to learn smith and wesson this court is adjourned a bad perm and a seven page rap sheet i came up out the fuckin suite now let s see fifty thousand in the club wildin everythang s free on ya boy pt ya see some out here just have to wait god already prepared yo plate when circumstance sealed like your last chance pray to the lord and help you advance and you can and you can and you can and you can until he comes again to win don t always mean to come first don t wanna be first ridin in a hearse i rather live life chill with the wife this is my sacrifice 