Scrim - dropping the cross

Uh, uh, uh (it's a smash), uh, ayy I'm in my room talkin' with the Devil (you did good $lick) He told me, "Slick, you're special Take that metal from your temple, uh Pop these pills, go and numb your mental Boy, you know you're stuck, don't let Jesus tempt you" Millions of dollars comin' with a million problems, uh (ayy) Two car garages, back to back, two different houses, uh So many cars, I can fit all of them inside them now (ow) Sucker for broad, that beg me to come inside them, uh They told me, "Come down from that cross, boy, we need that wood" I'm in that motherfucking Porsche, top down in the hood Got them white girls in my drawers 'cause my credit good It's that white boy from the North, Grey, my brotherhood Uh, yeah, pull up, motherfucker Uh, yeah, too rich for actin' humble, uh Another year, made my net worth double, uh Still in the ville, out here causin' trouble, uh Just take some pills, excuse me if I mumble, uh Lookin' like I wish a motherfucker would, uh People starin', haters wishin' that they could, uh No reservations, walk into the overbooked, uh Keep the menu, need my filet overcooked, uh Don't need no playlisting or the labels on my cock (no) They counterfeiting for that number one spot, uh Blacklisted with my kin, but yet we're still on top, oh Made the underground do numbers like it's pop (like it's pop) Your favorite artists, favorite artists, mm Post begging us for new recordings, really? Burn the world? I'd rather scorch it (fuck), uh Die on this hill? I'd rather snort it, ayy Off the porch with it (yeah) If we got a problem, semi-solve it, it adores spitting, ayy We pour a four in it (yeah) Coughin' ain't an option, all my partners keep their noses itching Uh, yeah, pull up, motherfucker Uh, yeah, too sick for actin' subtle, uh My fam, they fear what I've seen to come to, uh Still payin' bills for my distant uncle, uh Just take some pills, excuse me if it's "Fuck you"