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Pope Cyrus VII - Hometown hero

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〈Chorus: GELBOTT〉
〈.?.〉 it open doors, open up for 24
Hours in a day, I’m in the trap, tryna make a way
Cocaine kilos, chop ‘em with a razorblade
Hometown hero, tryna make it out the grave
GELBOTT speedin’ down the motherfuckin’ highway
I don’t ever rest, I don’t even rest on Sundays
Bitches hatin’ on me, they just tryna kill my feng shui
Ridin’ ‘round, ridin’ deep, with my old gang gang
Soldier, got a AR-15 on me
30 round drum, got a new magazine
I just copped a new chain and it’s all clean
Tryna 〈.?.〉 with me

〈Verse: WITCHGOD〉
You don’t want smoke
〈.?.〉 on the fuckin’ Empty Road
They call me to sin, better call me the WITCHGOD
〈.?.〉 problem, ‘cause I cut my fuckin’ wrist off
Posted in the Cadillac, ridin’ four door
Don’t call me WITCHGOD, call me WITCHLORD
If you talk down, then your life will be no more
They know I’m a sinner, that’s why I be sayin, “Oh, lord.”
Don’t look to the sky
For forgiveness
One god on the side, finna 〈.?.〉 the witches
Rest in peace all my Salem hoes and bitches
〈Chorus: GELBOTT〉
〈.?.〉 it open doors, open up for 24
Hours in a day, I’m in the trap, tryna make a way
Cocaine kilos, chop ‘em with a razorblade
Hometown hero, tryna make it out the grave
GELBOTT speedin’ down the motherfuckin’ highway
I don’t ever rest, I don’t even rest on Sundays
Bitches hatin’ on me, they just tryna kill my feng shui
Ridin’ ‘round, ridin’ deep, with my old gang gang
Soldier, got a AR-15 on me
30 round drum, got a new magazine
I just copped a new chain and it’s all clean
Tryna 〈.?.〉 with me
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