In Order to Cast a Shadow You Must First Light a Fire lyrics

[Intro: Pontius Pilate]
On my deathbed with like four b*tches ($ui, $ui)
($ui, $ui)
On my deathbed ($ui, $ui)
On my, on my
($ui)

[Verse 1: Pontius Pilate]
On my deathbed with like four b*tches
Every time I smoke, I gotta light four swishers
How many times I gotta f*cking say it?
I don't f*ck with motherf*ckers 'less they talking payment
I'm in the basement, and I'm choppin' up a f*ckboy
Body bags in the back of da truck, boy
Soulja rag wearin', I don't give a f*ck, boy
Needle sharin' with my cousin in the cut, boy
Blood spiller, it's the killer straight up outta Hades
Satan's son ridin' 'round in a new Mercedes
Everywhere I go, these b*tches tryna have my baby
Everywhere I go, the motto's always: "f*ck you, pay me"

[Interlude: Al Pacino]
Let me give you a little inside information about God: he's a sadist, he's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never

[Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da $now Leopard]
Leopard print on all my body lookin' like a f*ckin' punk
Between the middle and my trigger finger's where I hold the blunt
In my other hand, I hold my nuts and then let out a grunt
Throw a flame upon that Chevy, no, it ain't a f*cking stunt (Uh)
(The money—) The money—the money is all I want
$lick breaks in the back while I hold up the front
I break in her back, while I hold her and pump
I'm slumped like a monk, yeah, my trunk is vacant
Ruby da Cherry is very impatient
I ain't got no time for no motherf*ckin' waitin'
*59 Grey devil, b*tch, we blazing up the basement
Keep f*ckboy's locked up in cages, they ain't seen the sun in ages
Countin' cash, I'm turning pages
Constantly f*cked up, life is wasted, yuh