Krown with a Cay

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Back tracking, circled memory lane
Metatron got my hand, took me straight to the bank
Told me keep your back hunched
Bullets stray from the back and niggas stray from their word
Sticking dolls with the pins
They'd rather fight the good in you
Than their evil within
Grey haired off the goose, they spend that money on whims
They spend that money on guns, provide the strap for my hip
I hop in rays from the sun, my famished soul need a sip
Capri destination lavish living and lessons
In snorting mucus and bricks
They stacked up it's a wall
The other side got our people but they complacent that's all
Drinking in mason halls
While the people in flint drinking bacteria
I know  kids that walk miles to fill a bucket and jar
Six pack result of that, hardy ha
We laugh at scars and how they make us feel
Interior treat it minimal
Bad the man, break his piggy make him squeal
Imbeciles, foolish in they heart
Who don't respect ideals
Have me running out in silence
Torching up the field,
Arson-y of bodies on the land we tilled
It was God we trusted for the hundred bills
Said He gave the answer, came in parchment sealed
Gavel led to cross the punishment fulfilled, cause of blood overrun
Cemented sacrifice, when a nigga of opposite colors don't know bout Christ
Don't know Mohammed

Wonder how he live his life
And see reality
But it's his life

Enemy tryna take it from him, way I snatch the mic
Protected by the Sickle,
Ancestors
Yeshua the most high in vibration
Set the vibes
Set my feet on mountains high
Finally want to live my life
And crown him

Shit
uh
See, you better praise God (Fk)
Before they shoot in your (f*ck, the police)
And tell the judge it's a mistake
uh, right
Believe me they'll be posting bail for him
You see you better praise God
Before they shoot you in your (the police)
And tell the judge it's a mistake

Inspiration divine, have me feeling like I'm Fibonacci
As time goes by, I realize I have no serious enemies but my mind
White man trained it as weapon aimed at myself  defined
As another number, at a hospital in the line
Be it in front or behind
To the ones who watch my pigment
I'm just tryna live  life
Woe to the mother fuckers
Got the house large divided
Painting over holes
I call my piece acetone
She erases everything
Really good at stopping time
I suppose...

Permanent
Permanent.

Every word spoken in the ether hanging ornament
I'm just incredible, don't got no dj on this shit
From the window watched me prick her pouting lips
Knowing what the damage did
Knowing I'm the source of light and leaving bring her darkness back
That's some real spilled sour milk
Poured it by the cartons, drowned her trust in men
For some growth that's the deal
And an education
Flacking drugs, 20 and above, only type of limit
Counting bands just to bless the plug
Gave that man a hug
And a glass of beer
Porter act like tumms
I tell you, all the OGs that I kick wit
Done lost a son or three cause of bullets spinning
I just pass the spliff, tell him drag from this
What more can I do?
Apart from hunt the justice wearing that invisible cloak in the Ritz
In the Bellagio, stuck on capitol hill?
In the eyes of Benjamin, printed, fresh from the mill?
Too expensive is the privilege, the first fix  for myself,
Then rest for my people God willing
He will.
So you
SO YOU
Better praise
UH

Before

I take a walk, possibility that I might get shot
Over anything, destined for the moment my heart
Wishes that I had contingencies and  victims had power
Barely understood the gold inside facing the hour
Three in the morning , hear them howling, judging which Is the loudest?
Sour diesel hands down have me feel like I'm Maui
Demi like I came out the 70s
I'm just tryna heal my niggas, no doctor
Only Sebi on this beat
Life rap for the people, concoction for the g's who worse than me
Only serious favor is they listen to my frees
I hope for your sake, that in your face they never squeeze
Bitter like the taste of lemon
Blood really stain the teeth
Bodies (




)lie in heaps, a ladder to the deep
Only speak on life on death cause G.O.D showed me the key
Not in a dream, I was in north Philly
Where niggas blow that stank and shoot accordingly
Real point guard, last name hard
They ain't juniors, they got scars
Rare instances it's love
Swear it's love, with extensions clips, uh-huh
Steady 9 with the 9 pop pop pop pop
Snatch your rocks polished, finna head to the pawn shop, oh pops
Up in heaven, need Excedrin cause your kids a lot
I been treating migraines with the your word
Ahumdulla

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