Face in my hands Nigga, damn You won't understand Heaven want me and the demons want me I'm in high demand Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands On the run Tell my mom I love her I ain't get the chance In the Hills looking for a profit Saving for my sins Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands Want a hundred bands God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands God damn, I said yeah What a shame, still alive Probably because I'm God's favourite asset Ball hog Niggas want me dead, I ain't pass yet All star Said to calm it down, I ain't gassed yet Liable to do anything for the cash cheque I got bad debt So don't be surprised, when the pandemic ends And I still got a mask on, with the devil in my eyes I'm a magnet for bad shit That includes: bad bitches, bad business I'ma tell the teller "Put the cash in it!" Bitch, I'm Penn & Teller, with the pen I've been a magician Ain't no telling how he did it Secrets scratched into the ceiling of my coffin And I got a tally for the niggas that I'm offing Took my kindness for weakness, you lost me in the process Tell the credit bureau spin the block until they're nauseas I already offed it Face in my hands Nigga, damn You won't understand Heaven want me and the demons want me I'm in high demand Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands On the run Tell my mom I love her I ain't get the chance In the Hills looking for a profit Saving for my sins Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands Want a hundred bands God damn Pray for Coachella Want a hundred bands God damn, I said yeah