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Fools gather round to whatch me bleed
but there are things you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free

everything fine
But murder's on my mind
VERSE 3
How you doing officer
Is there anything I ca offer ya
I'm good at writing raps and I promise never seen a trap

hurt, no one gets it
But I must say you're 
Not that complicated

You walk by, hands in your pockets
We lock eyes across the hallway
Nothings there, you

as well go to lids get you a hat tho
I can't change your past but tell me is you ratted out
I had this 1 bitch who was gone let me get packed out by Five

You close your eyes
Your brothers will be there.
As winter has hunted automn you will push back these invaders.

As winter followed automn their gods

like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies

fair. In the crowd people will easily point and stare simply cause White Devil has destroyed the game and seeing him is rare. I've got the name ready for

thousands In a year I can hear the feelings lazy as hell paralyzed to the bed sipping money is there but it don’t make it happy ending accomplishment  big

there was a God, i was staring in the devils eyes
I ain't even blink, Couldn't even think
Hard to talk about, shit i need a drink
Had to let it sink, Na i

the heavens
There shone a holy light
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
See Him

I could love like you lil' baby
You could put your trust in me but shouldn't trust in me lil' baby, I ain't lovin' on no ho
That fuck my brother, is

birds of a feather
Jesus is the only one we serving forever
This endeavor is what we are made for
Jesus love for us, we can't ignore
So much of our God

the road jack, Let's go
Life's what you make it apparently
Tryna GTA to the Bands financially
Only a few really know what this is to me
Grab shawty,

live by
As long as
I'm setting the bar
You can give my
Flowers right now
If you see me in person
I been through some trials
And its reaching its verdict

convenient, it's Satan's affair.

And there, your theater is ready,
Playing on every corner.
The self-centered, untouchable,
Imposing on his dogma.
The audience

A weary traveler speaks to the glade
'Is anyone there? I am in need of aid please'
A man appears dirtied and bare
Clothed by his own beard
He leads

sunny
Me need a private jet, or yacht when me travel
Because I love to live comfortable
I know that in the way there is lot of obstacle

But me nah give

Bitches wanna take a flight to Paris
3 by 3 with the .9 they perish
Saying it's just the money she cherish
Feeling like Midas stay gold to the touch

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Fuckin’ cock suckin’ mic,
Oh my fucking god man,
Shit fallin’ everywhere in the goddamn studio..

Hi, bitch, thanks for stopping by, bitch.
Glad

All night diner, Christmas eve
Outside this window winter shows what she can be
The trains stopped running an hour ago
This night's been silenced by

But on the flip side of the recompense there ain't no discount with God
He want interest

O'er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a Holy light

The shepherds feared and trembled
When, lo! Above the Earth
Rang out

for me

Hey brother can you help me please
I need something for gasoline
My ride is back on mile post 93

I got a job in Monterey
Gotta be there by

child."

I'm suffocating
In this vague oppressive fog
Human inhuman capabilities
Awakened by a need for a specific idea
Of what the real God is
It's you, I