GOD'S TEARS (feat. devin. & JackJackGriffin)

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JAKE D

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Ever since a young Motherfucker
I was in the suburbs selling drugs to everybody, Better watch your brother
I'm mixing uppers with something other
Too weak to suffer
F*ck what you believe and what you stood for
Everybody's favorite rejects coming out the woodwork
I let the wood burn, You ain't gone do shit and I ain't concerned
God's tears pouring down over dry land
Ms. Moonflower showed me that this life we lives not even in our hands
Sealed my eyes shut, Looked at the sun
Seen red, Blood stains on the tip of the gun
F*ck that, I be shooting for fun
Two things I never trip about, A bitch and my personal funds
A matador for a nasty whore
I got to give it to her if if she asking for it
I'm curious to see where this leads
How the f*ck can I proceed if they all want me to leave?
I'm going off, I'm unleashed
Acting awfully mean
I'll let you get one up on me then ain't no calling for peace
This what they call expertise
We thought y'all was police so we ain't talking to anybody you fond with, Y'all an obvious disease
Follow precautions indeed cause we ain't getting caught, We leave your spot anonymously
Come out the dark to be seen, ya bitch
Boy I'm traumatized, Honey Boo Boo
Spent my last $1.85 on Ramen Noodles
Foo foo? Boo hoo. You fuckers sipping Yoo-Hoo
Who knew I'd end up rapping way better than you do?
I'll choke your ass with a fucking now and later
Tell me to hurry up, I'll be there bout an hour later
Dickies on my ass, I ain't no fucking skater
Jim Carey get my mask, Boy I'm finna kill my neighbors
Higher than elevators and escalators
On the way to heaven, The hightest floor was right below in Jacob's basement
We was dreaming about better places that we would go to when we make it
On tour packing venues, We got the blueprint
Either I'm working to the sun up or on my ass and I don't do shit
The only the two extremes that I was ever taught to move with
Somebody gotta stop this kid, I'm an ill motherfucker I can't stop this shit
Medicated and devastated, Half of the hell is hatred
Applications and affidavits, Passive aggressive statements
Up out the basement, I act complacent to accusations
The path I'm taking, My aspirations give me some patience
I have to make it, I'm calculating a massive payment
On sad occasions, I grab my dick and exacerbate it
The fascination about me is getting agitating
I graduated from gravities but I'll gladly take it
It ain't over yet, I'll let you know when we finish
Got a pocket full of posies and a deadly percentage
Downfall of the ceiling, I'm bout to dig you a grave
Why my shit so appealing but never gets any plays?
This the start of a movement, I'm waiting on a call to approve it
Dropped a couple albums but this one finally proves it
Only thing I got left is some room for improvement
Give me room cause I'm about to blow like kaboom, bitch!

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