"Put On My Cult" lyrics
I'ma just lay this very quick, though…
[*clear throats*] Yeah, I'ma put on my coat, yeah
I'ma put on my coat, my visible cloak
The murder I wrote is in my suicide note
I'm not a comedian, so this ain't a joke
It's all about wicked shit that I've spoke
Since 1988, I've been dealin' with hate
Concealin' my faith, but I ain't willin' to wait
For death to come around and knock on my do'
It's so cold in Detroit, so I'ma put on my cult
I'ma put on my coat and keep on steppin'
Inside my mind is a concealed weapon
It's a secret society, government tryna quiet me
Knowin' I'm a hitman, they all wanna hire me
But you can't fired me 'cause on the employer
I'm here to destroy ya and I got somethin' for ya
I'ma put on my coat, don't rock the boat
The only thing I know is how to stay afloat
Inside my castle is surrounded by moe
Inside my hood, I'm surrounded by cutthroats
My coded personality, radio humanity
Bumpin' that N-A-T-A-S is a tragedy
Call me your highness or call me your majesty
G-O-D-L-I-K-E, it had to be
Masta-M-I-N-D and TNT
And even with a telescope, it ain't no seein' me
What 'chu know 'bout my coat? Keep me from bein' broke
The raspberry blueberry kush I smoke
I'ma put on my coat, C-U-L-T
What 'chu gon' tell me? So they tell me
I'ma put on my cult, it's warm like chinchillas
The cold I'm in is only made for killas
I'ma put on my coat, it keeps me warm
Transform eight different ways hexagon
And when I'm blessed and gone, then the next get on
Off the same damn stage, I made my exit on
I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E
Inventor of the W-I-C-K-E-T
R-A-P from the D-E-T
313 and everything you wished you could be
I'ma put on my coat with this secret pocket
You wouldn't look this fresh, you wouldn't know how to rock it
I'ma put on my coat they ain't got your size
This cola man is not for you guys
I'ma put on my cult, so check this out (So check this out) (So check this out) (So check this out) (So check this out)
[*clear throats*] Yeah, I'ma put on my coat, yeah
I'ma put on my coat, my visible cloak
The murder I wrote is in my suicide note
I'm not a comedian, so this ain't a joke
It's all about wicked shit that I've spoke
Since 1988, I've been dealin' with hate
Concealin' my faith, but I ain't willin' to wait
For death to come around and knock on my do'
It's so cold in Detroit, so I'ma put on my cult
I'ma put on my coat and keep on steppin'
Inside my mind is a concealed weapon
It's a secret society, government tryna quiet me
Knowin' I'm a hitman, they all wanna hire me
But you can't fired me 'cause on the employer
I'm here to destroy ya and I got somethin' for ya
I'ma put on my coat, don't rock the boat
The only thing I know is how to stay afloat
Inside my castle is surrounded by moe
Inside my hood, I'm surrounded by cutthroats
My coded personality, radio humanity
Bumpin' that N-A-T-A-S is a tragedy
Call me your highness or call me your majesty
G-O-D-L-I-K-E, it had to be
Masta-M-I-N-D and TNT
And even with a telescope, it ain't no seein' me
What 'chu know 'bout my coat? Keep me from bein' broke
The raspberry blueberry kush I smoke
I'ma put on my coat, C-U-L-T
What 'chu gon' tell me? So they tell me
I'ma put on my cult, it's warm like chinchillas
The cold I'm in is only made for killas
I'ma put on my coat, it keeps me warm
Transform eight different ways hexagon
And when I'm blessed and gone, then the next get on
Off the same damn stage, I made my exit on
I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E
Inventor of the W-I-C-K-E-T
R-A-P from the D-E-T
313 and everything you wished you could be
I'ma put on my coat with this secret pocket
You wouldn't look this fresh, you wouldn't know how to rock it
I'ma put on my coat they ain't got your size
This cola man is not for you guys
I'ma put on my cult, so check this out (So check this out) (So check this out) (So check this out) (So check this out)
