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Tweaker rollin' by on a ten-speed
And got a backpack full of shit he just stole
I know his mom, she said he livin' rent free
Up in a basement with

The backseat
Of the mothership
Dont ask me for my government name
The son of Cane
Wasn't able to rock
It's funny how 
A different white
Has now taken the block

You want that smoke

Better feeling
When I'm counting my dough
I got better feeling 'cause I've been counting my dough
Round the corner finding
Round

on

Yea we moving up ho



(i aint gonna say none)

I aint gonna say nun

(we aint the same bruh)

Xx choose my words 

            Like im at a payphone

swagger like black or white doesn't matter like
The asking price for any Apple logo, won't you have an bite?
The spitting image of Pastor M-y God it's

with passion
I brought you around just to show you Some action
I pay for my masters
I pray like the pastors
Checking my memory bank and you switching up

God intervened and he set me free
Now give me the beat, I've been starving
Was pen tapping since 5th grade
By middle school I'd been saved
In 10th grade

Yeah
Kayvion on the mix
2020 shit
Elias Ali, hey!
By day a
Rhymesayer
Lifesaver
Big Willy need a Jada
Work hard need to get paid up
Trynna be patient

you heard yea
Featured by me and only something cities door knob ay
Closing or cropping the spot where I never really pastor there yea
Gemini happening

Cause deep inside all you need is real love
How you trade family for a non blood
How you look into my eyes and not say nun but it says a lot indirectly

a pastor, fuck allat preaching
Fuck is this a classroom, fuck am I teaching
Fuck I'm off balance I might be geekin
Trippin on Tuesday, six inna evening

for the throne
Tell em you done, tell em you ready to work they will come
You lead by example your peers will all follow
Tell em today is the day not

on the reverend 
cunty broke buying dope, Granny broke buying hope 
Pastor crooked, least' I'm honest bout' this dope that I'm selling 
For $300 more dollars you'll

by the time I finish it
Hot girl, put her back on the block
You look up, better smile for the cameras (Cheese)
Boys run down every day, but I’m lookin'

flying by
Yellow sun and light blue skies
In the mall just bought new kicks
With my girl watching chick flics
All she want to do is Netflix
Spending all

Abaddon earning
There won't be and escape you're learning
Torture methods are concerning
For normal human life you're yearning

Flashes of the life you once

believe in the lies and the famine.
You worship on your knees bow head to the alter,
looking for sign from a fake and you lost it. Blue eye
devil holla bout

them
I saved the best for last I'm talking spiritual growth
I ain't talking bout' religion, get that that out of your scope
Pastors taking all your money

a millionaire
A millionaire for sure
If I hoard my money and ignore
The cries of the poor
If I opened up a company
And asked for hood loyalty
Then when the money

inbetween em?/
How you their homie, you aint got respect for their freedom/
You're entertained by em being set trippin heathens/
cin't tryin to break em free

for two like months as it spread across the map and
Fucked everything up ..like, never imagined
The economy's crashing, people losing their minds
There

Sitting by the phone and you are waiting for him
I try to call you up, but I don't get a ring
I know you can't ignore all I've done before
But can

By any means i go win, to hell we prejudice
I'm that young strong someone crawling rhythming fighting punching
Have a lot to live for and none to die

Anxiety beat you for sure
Depression it seep in your mind
It shutting the blinds and closing the door
Decades been blowing your dough
34 ain't got nothing