Stage Rites

Verse 1

Paper

Stacking blue bills

Counting digits in the back

Hundred thousand on the dash

I'm the king

I'm the God

Hustle heavy in the yard

Check the circuit

See the stage

Turning pages of the sage

Paid in full for the set

Never breaking any sweat

Nigga please

Watch the knees

Coming for the cheese

Dirty habits

Selling magic

Life is looking cinematic

I'm the monster in the booth

Spitting nothing but the truth

I made it

I saved it

I craved it

Selling tickets out the door

Niggas begging me for more

Heavy presence

Pure essence

Killing off the adolescents

Got a temple in the trap

Mapping out the entire map

No luck

Just work

Digging deeper in the dirt

Money pile

Crocodile

Staying for a little while

Grave robber

Head bobber

Nigga I'm a real throbber

Underground

No sound

Buried deep beneath the ground

Show money

Ain't funny

Sticky like a jar of honey

Sold the soul for the gain

Driving in the fast lane

Evil ways

Cloudy days

Lost inside a purple haze

Nigga listen

Watch it glisten

Nothing in the room is missing

Hustle God

I'm the rod

Strike you down if you are odd

Ten toes

No foes

That's just how the story goes

Venomous

Generous

Killing all the rest of us

Microphone

Steel throne

Building up a zone alone

Profit margins

Heavy charges

Floating on the river barges

Nigga stop

At the top

Watching every body drop

Vulture

Culture

Turn you to a marble sculpture

I see you

I fear you

I near you

Dead men

In the glen

Writing with a bloody pen

Bank rolls

Lost souls

Climbing out of black holes

Stage dive

Stay alive

Watching all the weaklings thrive

Hustle hard

Play the card

Graveyard for the disregard

Nigga look

In the book

I am not a common crook

Divination

Generation

Rule the entire nation

Dark ritual

Habitual

Money is the spiritual

Cash out

Loud shout

Know what I am all about

Hustle God

Hustle God

Hustle God

Nigga

Done

Gone