Ashes Lyrics

Crushed red peppers in zip lock bags

Better think twice fore you make me mad

Cuz my ancestors, they don't play

You really couldn't tell from my DNA?

The realest, they always get hated on most

But the worthy could see through the mirrors and smoke

You a joke, what I wrote, I really mean it

I predict the future, I really seen it

They be asking do I got the voodoo

Might think I'm coo coo

Money train go choo choo

Can't steal the recipe or the sauce

It's a win for me, but you took a loss

Hoes treat me just like the gospel,

The way they mimic me, shit is awful

A bunch of followers...

But they don't even follow me

They got none to offer

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

I wish you bitches would, try ya luck

Ashes to ashes

Dust to wind

You hoes stay losin, I win again

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

I wish you bitches would, try ya luck

Try ya luck, you must be high as fuck

That's how I got you hoes fired up, HA