[Part I: Let God Sort Em Out]

It's always the loud mouths that can't count
The right price, I put the AR
in the safe's mouth (talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat come, I'm De Niro, I've got the safehouse
Surrounded by niggas with tears
that don't drip (talk about it)
That ain't the ghost that you appeared to go get
Finally got the courage, but you still a whole bitch
The rest of y'all on my six year ago shit
Every move intentional
the links is atypical (like baseball and DR)
You know what the sickle do
(this is culturally inappropriate)
(We got the drop on your shadow) you know we can get to you
The pins who express my dreams and expertise
And text I squeeze, coke spots all over like leprosy
It's a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
the death I breathe, the death I seek
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket 'cause I'm only sickin' wolves on ya
Berlinetta horsepower, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil' in LV, leather goods on ya
We been doin' this for eons
While you thirsty, tryna figure out
who you can spill the tea on
I'm in coffee fields, makin' mills
You get the chills 'cause this shit is real
Now let me ribbon bow-tie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can't believe it's us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes lookin' up, chandeliers
(This is culturally inappropriate)

[Part II: Chandeliers]

Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
Fuck speakin' candidly
I alone did rejuvenate hip-hop into its newest place
Made it cool for GRAMMY nominated LP's
from previous generation emcees
If that brings loud and reverberates
It's not fair to them, I'm thinkin' I deserve the hate
Bring it, only thing you killin' is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf, and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the panther me
The pantheon is the family, we some upstandin' Gs
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles are you need a glimpse
of me from satellites in orbit
Take sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AKs on vacays when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, terminator, hasta la vista
Man of the year, now see ya, rockin' chandeliers