Ride along

Thats right , we are filtered

The soulless from the rest

Papers in my pocket

In the golden crest

Laughter from the abyss

Cant hear it straight

We are demons , yea n***a?

We want the world

Women , gold and acres

This race doesnt end ,

till my death bed

My image stuck to me

All i listen to is prayers

God , pour me more wine

We got to kill them all

Make them crisp like wafers

Oh ..yea women cant see the truth

they Dig up the holes

And i fill them up with smokes

When the time comes

imma pack up my bags

By bag full of dead slaves

Haha , freedom he craves

Chained to mercedes and worries

His thoughts he burries

To a mystical land 

N****s took the ferry

Im gone cold ,

The funny were serious

And the dead were curious

What makes you ride along?