The GetBack
Fame Montana
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I don't know why they keep playing with me like I don't do this man White Jesus Two Once again we back at it Red Letter Gang Martyr Mafia Hear dat Ain't for no secrets, so I got a confession, sixteen-eighty nine This right here that viewers discretion I'm bout to handle mine Ain't never been the type to sit blindly waiting on random signs I just move, and if he gets the Glory, then we both align True Christ bangin' if you lost you better pick a side Trynna' fish for men and tell them they got bigger fish to fry If they don't figure out to die is gain when you with Adonai Funny how that boy was just alive, we seen him die online I see the problem in you You be playing games but see these shooters ain't gon' argue with you They ain't back and forth through SMS, they bout to walk it to you Catch you while you getting food and (BOW) a couple hollows hit you Brains on the dollar menu Cappin' in his instrumentals, selling kids the lie You can't be touched if you just move official. Most his homies fried Talkin' rowdy on his records like he ain't afraid to die Catch him sober in the PM I bet Christ is on his mind That's just real talk I be with Martyrs going through real walks Struggling each step that they staggering, yet they still march I be with the Saints like they practicing in the backyard Who's focused on the race like the last lap in a Nascar Never will my squad renounce I was trying to dumb it down But this ain't for the streets, so you gon' eat it how I cook it pal Tell them boys to simmer down You ain't really from the wild Everybody woke but I can't sleep because they snoring loud The game missing the game shifter, the soul lifter Standing in his presence you cold dinner, your soul shiver There's no figure that resembles, it's that simple And he tore the veil and destroys temples and rebuilds them I'm John Calvin with gangstas inside my reformation Spinning blocks on satan, while they worry bout' predestination I'm from the block where my disciples do it for the nation Larry Hoover bangin' trynna tell em' only Christ can save em Not being melanated What else Or duplicating hatred What else No Cheif administration What else No spiritual sedation What else Pro-black organizations What else No consciousness awakening What else Civil Rights legislations What else Ancestors through relations Only the big blood who died on that treetop And he ain't only die for the set, he did it for his opps They saying Jesus ain't white, I told em' probably not But his own kind got him killed so what we really got It's for the Jew to the Greek, from the bottom to top The Dalit Caste in India to wealthy American blocks I'll probably never be major and it's Glory to God I ain't trynna' spoil em' I'm reloaded. It's time for the rod
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