(Verse 1: DoloRRes)

There's too many snitches, in my way

Wish I was the law man, I could break you down

Like the bush-weed on my tray

Too many real ones, too many friends

I need a hater, I need enemies

Jump in the boot, drive back to the ends

(Chorus: DoloRRes & Friends)

Bless my soul, my savior

I could hold on for later

It seemed cool on paper

But I could hold on for later

(Verse 2: DoloRRes)

Too many wogs here, what I say?

Aaahhh wish I had a big gun, and a Madonna chain

Just like back in the day

Too many plugs here, they all live far away

I'll be my own then, keep my cool

The hours just turn into days, I'm wasting away

[Fresh Guitar Solo]

(Chorus: DoloRRеs & Friends)

Bless my soul, my savior

I could hold on for later

It seemеd cool on paper

But I could hold on for later