[Verse 1]
I'm at the supermarket
Shoot regardless who's the target
Doobie sparking, ruthless barking
Coming from the chupacabra
That's the ratchet
Lose your ego
Lose your arm bitch
Use an army
To come after me
And after that
Alarm the news department
KubrixXx got the arsenal
Rav use it, bitch I'm popping off
I'm usually a mellow child
But I get wild, like pop-stars dawg
Take your top off, broad
Fore I take your top off broad
That will make your parents end up crying
Like Chewbacca [aarrgh]
I've got more bitches than hell
Bitch, I need riches for bail
Need to go to prison real quickly to
Kill the snitches in jail
You fictitious and frail
I'm 6 digits in sales
All my bullets have my name
On em, written in braille
[Pre-Chorus]
ARE YOU CONVINCED?
MADNESS DON'T MAKE NO SENSE
MAN THIS DON'T MAKE NO SENSE
ARE YOU CONVINCED?

ARE YOU CONVINCED?
MADNESS DON'T MAKE NO SENSE
MAN THIS DON'T MAKE NO SENSE
ARE YOU CONVINCED?

[Chorus]
Seems that I've sold my soul for vices
The 7 deadly sins
Are the cheat-codes to life, bitch
Wish I could show someone all these nice things
The 7 deadly sins
Are the cheat-codes to life, bitch
Now
Look at all this money!(x8)
Can't nobody take it from me, hoe

YEAH HOE

[Verse 2]
Yeah look at all this money
Can't nobody take it from me, hoe
I don't fuck with bummy hoes
I fuck with money-hungry rogues
Eating more than I would ever need
Until my tummy blows
Dotted wrists, bloody shirt
Low eyes and a runny nose
Funny foes, always trying to test me
With they g-checks
Stupid muthafuckas
Should not fuck around with rejects
You'll end up with defects
Cut through both your knees, legs
Ears, neck, see, I'll feast next
On your deceased bits
I use fear to veer my power over people
They cower over evil, my powers are deceitful
I go click, click, bang on a muthafuckin bitch
Got six tricks hanging off my muthafuckin dick
It's the 66, blank, you know who it fucking is
It's the mischief man, finna talk a lot of shit
My neighbor got a Bentley
I should go act friendly
Then make my ends meet
Blow his brains out, out of envy
Then I'll sleep it off
Never need to work at all
Just need to meet circumstances
That assist reaching my goals

[Chorus]
Seems that I've sold my soul for vices
The 7 deadly sins
Are the cheat-codes to life, bitch
Wish I could show someone all these nice things
The 7 deadly sins
Are the cheat-codes to life, bitch
Now
Look at all this money!(x8)
Can't nobody take it from me, hoe