could you please tell Lucifer
Feeling the flames of hell
I hear the street demons calling
Playing Russian Roulette with thug nature
with the homies in the car
I'm strapped up with the vest on Lord,
he need to turn the heat down
that hell is up on these streets now
niggas comin' out shortin'
Asphalt burnin' the soul of my Jordans
My homies is gettin' shot
my homies can't take it no more
Sittin' tired of bein' broke,
Wanna catch me on my paper wrap,
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feeling the flames of hell
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
It's been a long -ass road
and God must be the teacher
make me travel with my heater
Since the day I was born, homie,
I knew it was on Daddy gone
and now I'm left to raise myself
The devil playin' games with me
Got me lustin' for wealth,
so me and my homies went out to get it
No matter what, dear Lord,
But somebody gettin' touchin',
Every day I'm in the game,
Soon I'll be pride in his name,
Put it all on the line, get this money, man
Make them haters want me to shine
For Machiavelli, killer Gaddafi, the prince
May the Lord bless your soul, nigga
Dear Lord, can you still lose
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Feelin' the flames of hell
Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Feelin' the flames of hell
I built a head to be broke,
dropped a lot on the floor
Did a lot of shit I never done before
never paid their car note
when it comes to this folk
plus my daddy done it before
You never seen hard times,
You never seen another nigga
with his brains on the floor?
I think it's hard for me to figure
I'm one of the motherfuckers
that'll eat off the floor
And I got bullmaster blood,
And you don't really wanna die,
but I'll fuck you through
It's gettin' hotter on the streets,
And if you can't stand the heat,
get the fuck out the kitchen
It's gettin' hotter, nigga
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Feelin' the flames of hell
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feelin' the flames of hell
Feelin' the flames of hell
Livin' life hot to death, we stop the press
You see this black rain pourin',
they wanna see us three -history
You wanna see me in the county
Machiavelli trained soldier,
No got a old soul, like he fended a bed
Well, we gotta kill a cop
there really ain't nobody to trust
We stand firm in the flame,
I get a flag from the past
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feeling the flames of hell
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feeling the flames of hell
Feeling the flames of hell
Dear Lord, can you please tell Lucifer
I'm feeling the flames of hell
Feelin' the flames of hell