Released: January 5, 2015
Songwriter: Scott Arceneaux Jr. Aristos Petrou
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN]
Iced, iced, iced out, lights out
Bitch, I be that Frozen Shogun
Chosen 'cause I overthrow 'em, told 'em that "I'm ocean flowing"
Sliced up, night scout, coming to bring up that Christ doubt
Fuck a slogan, bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen
Bitch, I be that lowkey Prince Mononoke, hoe please
Bury me but keep my fucking trophies
Hit the ground with both knees
Slice my belly open
I'm a skeleton with gold teeth, no sleep
Eyes wide open, 'til I'm blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets, I won't be waiting on no motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed
[Hook: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN, YUNG CHRIST & Both]
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all, it's all I have
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all—
[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST]
I be popping some Mercedes Xans
Carry my bitches in body bags
$uicideboy with a *59 rag
Cock it back once, and the semi goes (rrah!)
Cock it back twice, and the semi goes (rrah!)
Point I'm tryna make is the semi won't jam
Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head
One of them prolly your girl
Tell her to suck it, no fucking
I nut on her bucket, then send her right back in your world
Depressed be the set
The grave be my hood
Misunderstood, but fuck it I'm cool
Crawling through my city, riding real slow
It's that Yung Miyazaki
Bitch, I'm feasting on a ho
Got a tag up on my toe
With some gold around my throat
Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Bitch, I got to go
I said, bitch, I gotta go
I said, I said, bitch, I gotta—
Iced, iced, iced out, lights out
Bitch, I be that Frozen Shogun
Chosen 'cause I overthrow 'em, told 'em that "I'm ocean flowing"
Sliced up, night scout, coming to bring up that Christ doubt
Fuck a slogan, bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen
Bitch, I be that lowkey Prince Mononoke, hoe please
Bury me but keep my fucking trophies
Hit the ground with both knees
Slice my belly open
I'm a skeleton with gold teeth, no sleep
Eyes wide open, 'til I'm blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets, I won't be waiting on no motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed
[Hook: PRINCE MONONOKE THE FROZEN SHOGUN, YUNG CHRIST & Both]
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all, it's all I have
Money by the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag
Burn it all—
[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST]
I be popping some Mercedes Xans
Carry my bitches in body bags
$uicideboy with a *59 rag
Cock it back once, and the semi goes (rrah!)
Cock it back twice, and the semi goes (rrah!)
Point I'm tryna make is the semi won't jam
Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head
One of them prolly your girl
Tell her to suck it, no fucking
I nut on her bucket, then send her right back in your world
Depressed be the set
The grave be my hood
Misunderstood, but fuck it I'm cool
Crawling through my city, riding real slow
It's that Yung Miyazaki
Bitch, I'm feasting on a ho
Got a tag up on my toe
With some gold around my throat
Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Bitch, I got to go
I said, bitch, I gotta go
I said, I said, bitch, I gotta—
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