behind casualties Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first tool, from the elements The earth
in the heart, for six hundred lard We gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars [Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ] Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire
your name is carved on my steel for your will the innocent die every day but my sword will soon come for you all and your kingdom will fall and you'll
as we can We just tryin to spread love when we comin to your city Some look at us shitty but some bitches show us they titties So I love my job, don't