Finger Prints

[Intro: Patrick Swayze & Jennifer Grey]
He didn't use no ether, nothin'
I thought you said he was a real M.D.?
He had a dirty knife and a folding table
I could hear her screaming in the hallway
And I swear to God, Johnny, I tried to get in, I tried
It's alright, Johnny's here

[Verse 1: Allah Preme, K-Tas & Pro Dillinger]
I'm the gravedigger, P dig your grave
Get a fresh tombstone with your shit engraved (Yeah)
Just lit the haze, golden flow like a 90's JAY
Jump on songs, kill niggas on the track like Em' on Renegades (Uh)
I been a boss, you lil' dog, I never been a slave
Blood thirst, blow the gun first, I need minute-made
Bigger blade, pull the trigger, blades pick apart your faith
In the park faded, in the park up with the nickel-plated (Yeah)
Spin the block, for the opps, let off sixty shots
I get the drop, let it pop on any city block
Diddy bop, get you got, call the city cop
These niggas not Respected in the spot, flex on gettin' shot
They say what goes around won't come back around
Keep the MAC around, I got it on me, I'ma back 'em down
For the package, get packed out
Don't make me black out
We cookin' fire, this the traphouse

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger, Allah Preme, K-Tas & Pro Dillinger with Allah Preme]
Uh, I left my sins on the church floor
Uh, they say I'm eatin' but I want more
Uh, can't sell my soul 'cause I'm worth more
Uh, we put in work, it's what we work for
Uh, I left my sins on the church floor
Uh, they say I'm eatin' but I want more
Uh, can't sell my soul 'cause I'm worth more
Uh (Look), we put in work, it's what we work for

[Verse 2: Allah Preme, K-Tas & Pro Dillinger]
Allow me to tell all y'all my real life
This is the dirt-lord, I swing dirty knives
Yo, bullets rain on your block, dirty days, dirty nights
I put in pain on your block, I ain't playin', we can fight
Ayy, look, I ain't gon' hold you, I sense a lot of jealousy
Niggas snitchin' to the D's, he gon' rather tell on me
Big man handcuffs for lil' nigga energy
Real nigga choices and real nigga penalties
You keep actin' like this, rat, these are my memories
I'm heavenly, God AP, you gon' remember me
Ayo, I bounce for a sec, came back, you can't get rid of me
I'm literally, the best rapper, you niggas shittin'?

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger, Allah Preme, K-Tas & Pro Dillinger with Allah Preme]
Uh, I left my sins on the church floor
Uh, they say I'm eatin' but I want more
Uh, can't sell my soul 'cause I'm worth more
Uh, we put in work, it's what we work for
Uh, I left my sins on the church floor
Uh, they say I'm eatin' but I want more
Uh, can't sell my soul 'cause I'm worth more
Uh, we put in work, it's what we work for