[Intro: Jacque Lorraine]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Jacque Lorraine]

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

But I don't worry, 'cause I know the Lord is guidin' my steps

One foot in front of the other, I'm marchin' through it

Still dancin' in adversity, I'm parchin' through it

Speak the language perfectly, you say I'm fluent

I get the check like Nike because I gotta do it

Yeah, since they collected the bag, I'm tryna do the same

[?] burnin' the bag, I need a new V8

You cannot have what I have, you never work for your pay

I cannot have what you have, I work hard for my pay

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Poppin' the bass out the cut

Chop up the sample, then [?] with the [?]

[?], but I'm lackin' y'all luck

I cannot fuse with the light that y'all trust

I pull up the truth, and I smack it with us

I ain't ever gon' like what I want

I'm countin' out all of y'all, soundin' like it's a few bitin' the style, then I'm lockin' you up

You might be alright, but I'm right with you, bruh

I got you inside, and I [?] stuck

You claimin' you right, then you might be the one

Put mine in some mic, and my mic addin' up

If it not far from mic, and for mic, I'll be done

Poppin' my way to the death of the sun, yeah

[Interlude]

I'm a player's conscience

[Verse 2: Conscience, Conscience & AK Tarantino]

Fortune long, foul flavor, and I don't part, I'ma step

Sit on my porch, find the course, I don't rewind what I said

What's happened happened, keep on rappin', rappin' miles of sweat

My blood and tears in my words will find my meanin' again

Refine my meanin' of life, live what my life was instead

I'm learnin' love, what's above me, and what lies ahead

[Verse 3: AK Tarantino]

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn (Walk)

I can run down like the bank, take me back to the vault (Chalk)

I can run down on the boy, have him runnin' a walk (Boss)

The blick, this one got a box, it came with a clock

Won't stop, I'm rushin' the time on my watch

I'm pushin' a pack on the Porsche, and get gone

I put the blood, the sweat, and trappin' inside of the song

Y'all wanna juug on the net, they tappin' with us on the block

I'd rather juggle a bomb than fuck on a bop

I'm [?], can't stop givin' the chop

I feel like El Chapo when [?] smugglin' the bottles of Wock

I [?] so much that I think I just ripped the fuckin' [?] off, hmm

I'm in the, I'm in the function I told 'em scrape the bottle off

How much that bottle cost? Hop out the [?] dunk, I been hittin' 'em all to wall

I ain't get told to walk, I ain't get showed the walk, I done got up and I gotta walk

If it cost a lot when I walk in, bitch, I ain't gotta talk