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need for a mask
Looking for a sacrifice
With this knife in my hand
And if it all goes bad
I got this fire by my chest

I wanna consume your soul
Little

ever you wanna call it (Skrr, skrr)
I just be livin' in the moment (Skrr)
It costs a lot for Decarnes (Aye)
But I can't cop 'em in my coffin (Aye)
I

I got somethin' big in the trunk
We ain't friends, it's fuck you, nigga
Suck my dick from the jump
The Russian stick with the pump
Rubber grip

got the car, got the fake
Quit Ramen cause of alcohol
All the walls caving in
It's on dog! blossoms vs cannonballs!
The world is fucking flammable, when

to make it manifest
God first, then family comes next
I just wanna make money I just wanna stay blessed
Miracles happen so you best believe
Now patience is

at least
But whatever i disturbed it wasnt peace

And we are taught what violence is by voilent people
And that is how became who we are
And our desires are

Whatever
I'm not doing what I want
And I think that's my problem
But to other people it seems to be just the problem
Yo, these beers they don't solve em
Make

Know God got me
Anyway to get a bag I'm bound to approach
Jumped from off the porch ain't have no coach
Just Me , Myself , and I three headed goat
Laugh

no matter the stakes
Turn up the heat
Cooking all goliaths to giant steaks
Annihilating any feat, whatever it takes
My momma sacrificed it all to give

what it's like to feel
Like you don't belong, inside a box that they force you in
I'm God sent, I won't let Him down
Got alot to make up for
100 is what

you niggas need flames raise it up no propane
Vintage shoes with designer frames bad chick witta coke frame
Never thirsty cause these hoes erk me keep

where young men were sitting down
drinking coffee ´till this brother came in
u could tell by the look at his face
that he had something that he wanted

I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to
Play with
They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon
Say shit
I

like I'm teasing
It's niggas be like I'm decent
While they shit's like the weakest
Aight, whatever, I'm just in a living room
Brainstorming about

He on the whole vibe you can do anything you say 
No matter what they say 
If it’s not your forte 
Don’t matter anyway got to trust in yo faith 
Any

a hired hitman, with no income
The people judging by the way
You look on the outside
In my heart I'm silent bro I never lie
Keep it lit
I'm still corporate

how hard it is to do whatever the fuck you want in this world

Yeah
It ain't gonna be me man, I'm ready for anything man
Yeah
You tell them that

I got

Don't got nobody by my side, but don't believe in foldin
I'm tryna stay from out my mind, the smoke just keep me fokin
Sometimes I conversate with God

(GRRT) Been there, done that
I don't even know what's left for me now
Whatever it is, swear to god imma keep pushing, Yeah
I ain't the type to be

Isn't it something, got this whole world in your head...
Things happen, events play out, dialogue, conversations, entire scenes
Eventually though

can taste it
Deep in that water, ain't never been seasick
January to December,  a OPP SEASON
Miss thru the week, he'll be dead by the weekend (On God

HATERS!"
Forgot to say "I Love You" to so many before they passed away
Never got to say what I had to say then it was to late
Guess that was my fate that I

I used to meet you once my dad was in bed
In your room at the motel down by i-10
You’ve been there since i met you
You still haven’t left yet
It’s

jet. Follow me kapish
Levels! Whatever, lets take it there
Humble enough to thank God for my
Daily bread! Humble enough
Should I let the track breathe