[Lyric] Showdown (HoesD)

[HoesD]

Its the weekend, followed by the Deacon
So much sinning I feel like my soul is reeking
It felt right but I know it was wrong
Late nights taking hits of the bong
Elevate till I can't no more, Can't stop right now we out to the last floor
Gas mask on our way up fast
Faded memories, I take a look in the past
On your way up top, you're gonna stumble
But when you hit the top remember to stay humble
Give a shout out to your streets, and remember your peeps
Before they run up with the mac, and put six in your back
Red lipstick, and shes materialistic
Hallucinations, off the brown lit sticks
Drop a nuke on this bitch, so unless you a roach
I suggest that you contact the pope, No one lives
No hope
Ask for forgiveness before your last day hits
Any second they could blast a clip, I never ask for shit
Give me my credit when its rightfully due, hangin around like street wires and shoes
This shit's the truth a nigga workin so hard, it's bout that time we take what's rightfully ours
I had a dream of pain and fame
I blew up, became a screw up, woke up then threw up
Remaining sane till the end of my reign
Life is parallel to hell, but I must maintain
No survival for all my rivals, stank bitches always pending on my arrivals
Asking around anonymous whereabouts, but my name is in the air when all of the people shout
Whipping niggas off the face of the earth, was always real, kept trill since the first day of birth
Keep your head up when them times is down, and remember what goes around comes back around
In the jungle wear heavy protective armor, cause when you get shot, it ain't drama that shit is karma