SUPERSTITION

I be tryin' not to call you but my mind be trippin

Feel the way you crossed me out, feel like a crucifixion

Couple times it crossed my mind, about losing it all to prison

And I cannot love a hoe, why? cause it's a superstition

My dedication to the streets, should've put to my religion

I was trappin' in the falls before that new division

Right where the Motel 6 is, back wearing true religion

They would always call me first cause I was too consistent

You take the work or you don't sell it, we was too persistent

I do the drill without a sweat, don't need no antiperspirant