Santeria - Pusha T
Now the tears dry and the pain takes over
Let's talk this payola
You killed God's baby when it wasn't his will
And blood spill, we can't talk this sh_t over
The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep
I am just a short stone's throw from the streets
I bring my offering, I will not preach
Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming
And I'm no different than the priest, priest
Santeria
They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate
Triple back, they rush in like Soviets
At the Kremlin, searching for the green like a Gremlin
Presidential emblem, presidential tint on this sh_t that I'm driven in
Woo, I just place orders and drop dollars
Rotweillers roam the ground, the Glock hollers
The three of y'all are too accessible
Seen all the wrong moves, watching the untouchables
We don't do vegetables, n_ggas get flatlined
Welcome all beef, then heat 'em with flat irons
Your plans are backfiring
Think of double-crossing a priest
Hail Mary, repeat after me
Santeria
Of all the things I've ever paid for
Know that it's no price tag when I wage war
It's no more to pray for, n_ggas get preyed on
Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone
You listening, De'von?
As I'm talking to your spirit for God's sakes
I'm dealing with heartbreak
Checking my ego, livin' with lost faith
I'm back in this sh_t, n_gga, you ever seen Shark Tank?
Paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face
I bet when we draw blood, you n_ggas will draw blank
Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints
Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks
And all praise, no jail bars can save
Feel like Malcolm when X marks your grave
Hey, it's probably better this way
It's cheaper when the chaplain prays
Santeria
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