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lights
Never shied from the limelight
I was tailor made
Taught by my daddy to run the fades if anybody disrespect my name
But I grew up not a screw up;

Down by the Mississippi, buried in the mud
Is a five page oath and a bottle of wine
It's engraved in steel, it's written in blood
As far as I can

the pavement
New flow disgusting
Got me socially abstaining
Translation
Sicker than the shit
That made us stay in
Catching bad breaks
Like I was PG

brought a hearse for you niggas 
They be acting like some hoes I got a purse for you niggas 
Get you ghost I'll make em search for you niggas

Miss me with

A true and living God in the flesh
Version of man made for distress
Anonymous, ominous yet prominent yes 
My dominance itu0027s on check 
Select

Mass murder
Flow like I'm the shooter, the Ruger my last burner
These crackers see me killing, I'm feeling like Nat Turner
You think the South slow?

over again.

Chorus

I couldn't fathom the way they managed to damage us, 
They made us pray to their god and said he's our champion, 
So we should

selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea

a stik
When Moses had a stick
One God move and all of Egypt got hit
Ooh power up
Too much power made pharaoh call it quits
Too much power make a whole sea

some flashbacks of a few he tied
Up and strangled with a piece of wire, cutting in the neck
Screaming like a choir, cassette tape playing theme of psycho

know what happens with that discouragement
You isolate the teachers that made me fit to return
This the same world that kill children like Tamir then

tell by gloves
And now we gotta spark it up like a welder does
Yeah I'm workin'
Without a warrant you ain't searching
Catch me under waves on the floor

I'll never ever retire I retry I get higher
Reach the heaven's choir y'all be quite
I'm God's design
My maker made me
Yes I'm a mess but my master turned

It feels like I fell off
I ask myself, If I wasn't doing this music
Would I be better off or we'll off
My biggest enemy's my inner me
Paranoid by

in your backyard, nah that doesn't count as a living
Bump stock, ACOG, mag-fed, bipod
Colt-made by a 'death-god', now I'm T-bagging his dead bod

hit is pelvic thrust against my babes caboose 
She told me put a ski mask on because I pump like god 
The Yeezus in me manifesting dreams outside my bod

promise and its all fading to nothing
Momma she took me to mass
Hoping it give me a path
Pastor well he kinda brash
Gotta move fast time it will pass

lighter and zoots i'm higher
Than heaven itself tell god get a choir
For me theme music for my empire
Pussy music money & weed's my desire

I'm a sinner
But

scares me
The talent that you seeing is only a fraction
I keep on winning even when you subtracting
You ain't winning coz you fail to be adaptive
Life is

have the appearance that they're pleased by your greetings
The brand that has made them has mastered mimicking human tendency
When you insult them they

boast on this type beat
But they don't see the work I put in when I'm typing
And flexing is okay by me as long as your self made
I've been write since age

barely see?
Knowing damn well you made it through because of me?
I let you travel home safe to your family
Unscathed, and now it's time to speak candidly

be passe
It's hard for mama to say that she goin weak
Lookin at the money it made her hard to speak
I'm tied by this system ma hand have been Fold

don't hate you
Then why would you write about us like this?
Because I love you!

You don't love me
If you loved me
You wouldn't have made your daddy