Burned the picture of my ex, she got pocket full of shit
I got sand in my eyes, still I pulled up in Benz
Couple million in the bank, holy ground where I spit
Yeah these groupies at my door, sucking balls for a click
I got couple tattoos, that'd tell you, wherever I've been
Got a wolf, and an owl, and a crown on my skin
Never lie though I always gotta put up with the pain
You will see me die, but you'll never see me bend
Like a Pope, of a million I could get away with sin
Eat your heart, eat your soul, with the blood on my chin
F*cking savage when I kill, crawling pain under your skin
Holy grail of a saint, got the robe of the king
Got the robe of a king, Got the robe of a king
Imma pope of the millions, don't you wanna be kin
Bitch I'm savage, when I drill, crawling pain under your skin
Holy soul for the saints, sorta father of the kings
Through my highs and the lows, Swear to god I've seen it all
Right hand of the god, I'll be reckoning
Got the fire in my soul, I will be breaking the laws
Call me kind of a sinner, call me threatening
No, I have never been through easy time, I always had it bad
And I never shed a tear, since the day I lost my DAD
Never lied, though I always gotta put up with the pain
You will see me die, but you'll never see me bend
Like a Pope, of a million I could get away with sin
Eat your heart, eat your soul, with the blood on my chin
F*cking savage when I kill, crawling pain under your skin
Holy grail of a saint, got the robe of the king
Got the robe of a king, Got the robe of a king
Imma pope of the millions, don't you wanna be kin
Bitch I'm savage, when I drill, crawling pain under your skin
Holy soul for the saints, sorta father of the king