Head on a swivel, loaded lead in the nickel
The devil holding a sickle, wanna sever your tissue
That's forever the issue, then candlelight at a vigil
They say jail is both a rehab center and homeless shelter
And life and death is close as a tonic and seltzer
Never fold under pressure, give you my manifesto
Every man is a vessel, my son is my reflection
He from the highest heaven, I try not to possess him
Allow him to be tested
One day the words may come out the mouth of a reverend
"By the power vested in me," loud at his wedding
Give flowers while you can smell them, I try to tell him
All the diamonds and foreigns, all the finest of garments
It's really how it ends and not how it started
Filthy rich, scuba diving in your wealthy pockets
Louis, Prada, but health is my most valuable stock tip
Y'all 'bout to run things, to my young kings