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People act tough when the gun on
I don't act tough bruh my mind gone
Everybody dies everybody dies
Everybody dies everybody dies
People act tough when the gun on
I don't act tough bruh my mind gone
Everybody dies everybody dies
Everybody dies everybody dies

I heard the demons at her front door
They want more
Said they gonna take the kids souls
It's not hard
Generations with the same bars, I'm like dawg turn my trauma into new art
Like nuance
Slightly different conversion cause baphomets making muppets
They think retailing my soul gon' bring money, peace, never trust it
Cause what the kids never know remote we controlled Luci love it
And while I'm drowning from spirits they'll keep me secret to public, uh
God thinks America's sin why we never put in with the book of His Word
Observe I'm hurt
My indigenous burnt from the settlement
Turn't from embarrassment
Hurt I'm
Hurt I'm
Hurt from reality, stressed state that's engraved
Family gon' be proud of me one day, it's all fake
Jezebel been watching me curse her in God's name
Living out my odyssey, Christ made my tongue say
Fear The Lord thy God
Sanity been robbed
Simulate my art
I'll just play my part
Think my life ain't real
And these vices kill
When the prices deal
Causing crisis

People act tough when the gun on
I don't act tough bruh my mind gone
Everybody dies everybody dies
Everybody dies everybody dies
People act tough when the gun on
I don't act tough bruh my mind gone
Everybody dies everybody dies
Everybody dies everybody dies

You can't tell me that Christ ain't real
Antichrist kills and deals the crisis being fulfilled and reeled
Telling me my vices ill
With eels I'll shock everybody spliced with fields of shields
The guilt, the guild
The fake, the real
I can hear white lies with the ink they spill
I can hear white lies from the channel still
I'll never take my life cause the struggles real
I struggle still
They wanna throw shade and yield
Ya'll playing still or playing hot potato in hell
I'm never gon' tell
I'm tired of writing lyrics in braille
They never gon' feel, the blind never chosen for real
I'm on conscious on conscious these lyrics I'm saying
Bruh what you mean I ain't Cole? 
I'm replacing the sound of the youth and the new generation
Take out my enemies starting with Satan

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