(Verse 1: DoloRRes)
There's too many snitches, in my way
Wish I was the law man, I could break you down
Like the bush-weed on my tray
Too many real ones, too many friends
I need a hater, I need enemies
Jump in the boot, drive back to the ends
(Chorus: DoloRRes & Friends)
Bless my soul, my savior
I could hold on for later
It seemed cool on paper
But I could hold on for later
(Verse 2: DoloRRes)
Too many wogs here, what I say?
Aaahhh wish I had a big gun, and a Madonna chain
Just like back in the day
Too many plugs here, they all live far away
I'll be my own then, keep my cool
The hours just turn into days, I'm wasting away
[Fresh Guitar Solo]
(Chorus: DoloRRеs & Friends)
Bless my soul, my savior
I could hold on for later
It seemеd cool on paper
But I could hold on for later