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himself in savior chemicals
Checking for any psychic powers
To give this whole room a shake
And I was terrified of myself
Cause my brain would envision

on my grind don't come at me
And pastor please
You call this genius
Blasphemy
But it taxes me, so fuck it see
Smoother rhymes than Vaseline
Here's

Now you list my faults
How you'd fix it all
But not for both of us
Something forced could never last
And every word
A Larsen Trap that should be

Now you list my faults
How you'd fix it all
But not for both of us
Something forced could never last
And every word
A Larsen Trap that should be

recording all your tracks is boring
Care to replace it, now the game slowly changing my niggas be
Patiently waiting for something fresh through the airwaves

Enter my mind, follow me to the deep end.
Pops, you should have pulled out, Mom should have swallowed me as semen
Let my baby mama tell it, then I'm

election season in the middle of town
Presidential rally shut the city down
A carpool was organized by one of the deacons
Signs say "I just need my guns

dyin by yo word what you lie for
You worse than them Instagram working out bitches that really be getting lipo
Never thought that being fake would ever

a money satchel
A villain type mentality but super heroes after
Let me go and see a pastor
Cuz I'm bout to set it off
I stayed, ten toes you should see my

an snatch u up like interceptions
Made that pussy my possession
Like the exorcist
Girl you know the devil came from heaven
Fuck the pastor and the reverend

the scene 

Now I'm lit, stupid ass tryna kill the ducking vibe 
You a rapper I'm the pastor I'm so divine 
Told that bitch to shake her ass for Jesus 
We

faulter never once doubt my abilities
I told my family rapping I would pay the bills I rest my case

Yeah 
So what'd you think would happen to me? 
Thought

every single breath 'til my last one 
And I don't really wanna go
But if I'm going I don't really wanna know 
It's no rest for this
A long kiss with bliss

three spots for my home 
Three hoes to give dome 
3 plays on 3 phones 
Whippin 3 lambos bro
Niggas acts likes hoes bro
Niggas b 2 nosy- like they got 3

Adam told me not to trust a bitch
I didn't listen to the pastor preach
Marley said No Woman No Cry
I was fascinated by the rap rhymes
I just wanna

care bears
All the real OG's
They In jail
Or dead
Fuck that patty wagon
Never going fed
Put that on my body
So it must be dead
Syrup
Sipping
By the keg

amateurs he ain't David
What you holding their banner for
David Banner, that's my boy
I can't wait for the day that we back on tour
Back to the raw, my

People told me I was dumb for trying to make myself a rapper
And yeah, I may not be the best but I would be a pastor
So I said, screw it man, why not

obi
Kinle rowo toju iyawomi nkanmi koni di telomi wo
I want to make money make I Dey say money no be everything
My God dey for me so my brother I no

me by a surprise
A couple text later (what)
She told me where you going? (where)
You got me in the open (hmm) 
I want you in my ocean (facts)
I want

Don't be no hero
Give it up or murder she wrote
Back door, back door On the freeway, car go faster
My lil' homie sell crack to your pastor
I been

a meal to die for
Ironic, since I reside in a cell with a carnivore
It's not my fault that the family had an unlocked door
Drown them one by one is

Got an asteroid around my neck 
Trying to find my path
Trying to do the math to see what's next 
My motives complex 
Break your skinny arms with my

so come and see me after
Word unto my pastor, book by book and chapter
Every time I step outside a natural world disaster
We came back just to put