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Yeah, I let them say what they gotta say I know they feelin' just want you to validate
Drop a single, yo album go feather weight
YOF, yeah, we cut up the interstate
But we win yeah we do it like everyday
Ask the courtroom, they see me, beat every case
In my armor, you know I don't hesitate
When I die, see me steppin' at heaven gate
Don't give your money to prophets Who preach about profit
Cause that is false prophecy
Preach profit to collect the currency, Mess up the currency, hope they don't murder me
I ain't talkin' bout preachers Who teach about tithing
I'm talkin' who keep it, that's burglary
PJ to service and thank God for money then brag brag bout church suit in Burberry
They gon' catch on to germ man my word to sick
I keep me that heat on me bible my blick
I got a sword, don't hesitate in the armor
I gave my life to the man who blew the chain off my wrist
Who am I to judge, it make no sense
I used to be right there, we shared them seats
I used to sip, now I spit holy
Yeah, yeah, skin my wrist, I don't flex Rollie
I swear I'm too different, I'm focused, I roll locomotive
I ain't out competing
Could say that I'm gifted, they try to dismiss it
I speak a little louder so they know I mean it
Gotta move, I sit still, I start freezin
Pray to God that the money don't change me
If it do, then take it, bless up the family
If it don't, then bake it, spread out the breading
Demons chasin' up a sword, chop machete
Bout to drop, I don't think that they ready though
Got me hot, but the Lord told me cool it down
revenge tempting, mama raised me, I'm petty
Demon angry, been attacking my family
Took it shoved it in they they face, I can't stand it
Wanna push it upper cut him or jam em
Mama told me that revenge aint our handling, I'm mad
How you gon' sit here and let all those hillbilly rich people spit on my daddy
How you gon' sit here and let him be sorry, he gotta get up for the family
Why do I put all this on you, my mama, I'm sorry, I can be
The one who gon' get up and seek for the Lord and bring us the clarity
I can't stand it, make me sick
I can't stand it, make me sick
Yeah, I can't stand it, make me sick
Yeah, I can't stand it, make me sick
Yeah, I can't stand it, make me sick
I can't stand it, make me sick
Yeah, I can't stand it, make me sick
Yeah, I can't stand it, make me sick
I can't stand it, make me sick
I can't stand it, make me sick

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