[Intro]
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
[Verse One]
Y'all know it's hell when I come through
I cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2
And we can settle it with shells if you want to
b**p you, squeeze first I'ma haunt you
Or better yet I'll let the gun b*** lump you
Dog tail up ya a** when I confront you, f***** I'ma hunt you
Na'an n**** could collab' with me
Cause when I spit my sixteen, they get mad at me
Have them write their verses over tryna battle me
And n**** that'll be a fatal tragedy
s***, you better off shooting or stabbing me
than stepping in this f****** rap ring and jab with me
Get ya weight up m***********, wear the belt and the crown
Frozen n***** like a dirty gat, I'm melting them down
Self in the ground, you f****** with a higher force
n***** be sacrificed, you'll die on a cross
Angel on the pale horse
Leave you with multiple wounds when they find you
Ya man's comin right behind you
[Chorus]
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
[Verse Two]
Y'all know the flow chops ridiculous
Taw like the blow n***** cop on St. Nicholas
You think I'm p**** m*********** stick ya d*** in this
Like Biggie said s*** infected with syphilis
Gonorrhea, HIV, flow sick with this
Put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this
Tryna get with this, I'ma hit with this
Make you slit ya wrist, y'all man a c*******
Like chlamydia, hard to swallow, I burn throat
Getting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoats
Word to the safe in the ceiling
My flow's like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillin
You see the logo n**** "STD"
f*** what you heard son, the best be me
From Red Hook, y'all n***** know how long we waited
Y'all m************, bout to get cremated
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Put ya jewels up, put ya house up
Put ya tools up, n**** put ya spouse up
We can go at it m*********** album budget for budget
And let your a&r judge it
s***, I'll have ya label push ya project back
Cause I get hyper than a f****** hypochondriac
Ain't no responding back
My magnum mic'll push ya conscience back
Give ya a** a holy spirit make you haunt the track
I, I blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays
Leave ya whole record company in a daze daze
Tell ya ceo stop calling my house
Or the next f****** song son, I'm calling y'all out
Better prepare for the long awaited, finally made it
Y'all n***** bout to get cremated!!!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
[Verse One]
Y'all know it's hell when I come through
I cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2
And we can settle it with shells if you want to
b**p you, squeeze first I'ma haunt you
Or better yet I'll let the gun b*** lump you
Dog tail up ya a** when I confront you, f***** I'ma hunt you
Na'an n**** could collab' with me
Cause when I spit my sixteen, they get mad at me
Have them write their verses over tryna battle me
And n**** that'll be a fatal tragedy
s***, you better off shooting or stabbing me
than stepping in this f****** rap ring and jab with me
Get ya weight up m***********, wear the belt and the crown
Frozen n***** like a dirty gat, I'm melting them down
Self in the ground, you f****** with a higher force
n***** be sacrificed, you'll die on a cross
Angel on the pale horse
Leave you with multiple wounds when they find you
Ya man's comin right behind you
[Chorus]
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!
[Verse Two]
Y'all know the flow chops ridiculous
Taw like the blow n***** cop on St. Nicholas
You think I'm p**** m*********** stick ya d*** in this
Like Biggie said s*** infected with syphilis
Gonorrhea, HIV, flow sick with this
Put a condom on ya mic tryna spit with this
Tryna get with this, I'ma hit with this
Make you slit ya wrist, y'all man a c*******
Like chlamydia, hard to swallow, I burn throat
Getting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoats
Word to the safe in the ceiling
My flow's like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillin
You see the logo n**** "STD"
f*** what you heard son, the best be me
From Red Hook, y'all n***** know how long we waited
Y'all m************, bout to get cremated
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Put ya jewels up, put ya house up
Put ya tools up, n**** put ya spouse up
We can go at it m*********** album budget for budget
And let your a&r judge it
s***, I'll have ya label push ya project back
Cause I get hyper than a f****** hypochondriac
Ain't no responding back
My magnum mic'll push ya conscience back
Give ya a** a holy spirit make you haunt the track
I, I blaze blaze gun gun sprays sprays
Leave ya whole record company in a daze daze
Tell ya ceo stop calling my house
Or the next f****** song son, I'm calling y'all out
Better prepare for the long awaited, finally made it
Y'all n***** bout to get cremated!!!