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old Seals and Croft song.
Dead wrong, you belong to Gods
Of Earth
Scriptures from birth, testimonial writings.
My high? Is lightening, thunderous by

skin
Every night wake up in spins
Everyday I get reborn just to
Die all over again
If you hate get off my dick
Leave you bleedin by my stick
Grab your

thirsty
Now I got you by yo head you screaming mercy
Thing I might be dead rIP
Someone cursed me

Time to meet GOD don't Know where they went
No replies,

the world been on my shoulders
Everyday I been without you
My way of living ain't healthy
But I'm trying to be a man
I swear to God I'm fin to lose my cool

and my soul.
There is no mercy in the age of death.
Flags of hate flaps high above your head.
All your false gods are doomed to fall.
There is no salvation

blissing with TNT, hol’up fun
I’m not a killer B, you gotta kidding me, gonna be mainstreaming, roll up son
Crafting by glittery, show my maturity, askin’

skin
Every night wake up in spins
Everyday I get reborn just to
Die all over again
If you hate get off my dick
Leave you bleedin by my stick
Grab your

the one who spins the world on its axis.


I dance in your sanctum as I am the closest to a God you’ll ever fucking get.

I am the amalgamation of human

detonate
There goes the alarm…don’t be alarmed…
Not me at least…cause I am heavily armed
Armed to the teeth in some army fatigues
You don’t want it with me

Posted by the wall, while I watch these tables turn
Cuz Sometimes ya gotta fall back and just observe 
And When you talk less, more shit gets

the sin, you didn't know it was him, I fucked my life up by getting tied up trying not to wind up as a lifeless type of cunt,

The pursuit of happiness left

Balling no foot or b-ball
I got to win by default
I be the key to the vault
Running it up I'm a stuff it
Run up on me I'm a bust it
Not a word I won't

breathing, I can not call that blessings
My money is funny, it's Richard Pryor, it's stressing too much
Golden liquor exquisite yachts is a must
Poppin' tags

fantasizing 

The world is colder than you realize it 

The stars shooting in the night sky 

While n***** bodies laying dead from a drive by 

Yea and being

nigga
Thats pathetic, write about it yea i said it
Talk to God in my dreams said the scene i need to dead it
Put the steam down & use ya mind as ya weapon

“Skoaden”

Intro 
Tepitai’oq net?

Verse 1/3
Got molested by Skoaden confessed like Edward Snowden,
Straight out of Eskasoni where I've been

down inside
Though uncomfortable 
You gotta get that off of yo mind 
You can heal your soul
Used to sleep on floors that is ah dead fact 
I had to pray

Name unflawed, yeah I'm that boy
So when you internet hating make sure you tag God
Cause ya'll n*ggas ain't fw me
And Him and Lisa only ones that can do

(V1)
Nowadays niggas aint rappin what they livin (not at all)
Seems to me they just rap like who they hearin (who dat sound like) 
Talkin smack

Verse


They don’t know 
The rules

Bad bitches lit 
Be by
The pool

Now they up 
In the room

Smoking gas

Hiding 
The fume
Wit perfume 

I need yo

night"
I tell you this is different
"That is what you say every time"
Oh fuck you all I'm leaving
You don't know by how much I'm right

Sometimes it's hard

gon respect me, but not till I’m dead and I’m gone
Feel like then feelings they come and they go

Montfloyd:
If I had to I’d probably pray to god for

Feeling down, hopeless and i'm stray
I need you God but that's not the reason i pray
Waking up knowing i'd feel the same
I wanna help others, that's my aim

now I’m thinking straight 
Fix my brothas up plate 
We all gotta eat 
I’ll take you out not talkin bout a date

Happiest I ever been
Tryna show my love