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worship to God
You know, it's worshipping God, through your craft
Through your talent, Through the gift that He's given us
Speaker knockers in popping my

do this myself
This my clever
You see the difference
Between us like Judas and Jesus
I seen us from the dust
And beyond
The peons can be gone
I speak

Yeah, when I started this, I was in a dark place
Apart of this, is me realizin' my own fate
Hate is part of the game, they gon' discriminate
You

to feel entertained by the story
I force all of my smiles
I could be living a better life right now
But I stay and I worry that you're
Falling out of love

the voice
My twinn
U can't be mad about a bitch
If she fucking that's her choice
Social media killing the whole
World just be yourself for once
I got partners

need a drink

I need to stop all the hating
Cant cuff a thot I can't be dating
My shit is hot, already made it
Steal my swag they tryin take it
Ooouuu
My

screaming
Who the fuck do you think don't hurt yourself
Perform the encore before the curtains fell
I write all my bars in cursive so the words connect
J Love

can't react
Cause a cardiac arrest heart attack
Pass it back say the passers by
But it's part of the master plan I mastermind
And I can't provide them any

fuckin' 4, like you playin uno
Most of you mufuckin' clowns in the game can't see my true talent so here go Servo 
Back in the days I was throwin' them k's

I'm not boyfriend material
Or husband material
But I can never
Run out of material
Got bars
Like im building a prison
Yo favourite rapper to me
Is

from d pain
I heal up by my lonely too much scar life u know na war
I break em and I mix em pour in soda watch em surf
Came back from d mud as I go up de

Choosing love yeah over the knives
So I can still be rich in the afterlife
Balenciaga’s on both my feet just so you know my fit’s complete
Nah I’m not here

Shoot To Kill 
 Come On, Come On, 
 Lay It On Me All Right... 
  
 I'm Giving You 
 On Count Of Three 
 To Show Your Stuff 
 Or Let It Be . . . 
 I'm

Damn, here we are again
I see it's only been a year and you seem far again
The only difference is now that you seem more alone
With all those missed

at all
Hope you like sharks bitch we bouta watch jaws
I want some head
Play in my dreads
Suck me so good that it feel like I'm dead
Niggas be pussy it is

fuckin' totin', nah, bitch don't test me
If I don't answer my phone, hoe, you better not text me
I thank God for all this fuckin' money, yeah, he blessed me

Caught a flight to the Bahamas it be sunny every day
You would think that I'm an Allstar by the way I run this game
Thank the ones who listen daily y'all

don't have to Run we live so so fast
We can sit back by the lake and talk we will feel relaxed

Got what I asked for oh my God
King will you forgive my

Today some lads jumped a lady
Grabbed all her cash
Same lads who smoke brown round the back of the flats
Seen them enough
sitting on the top my bush

the phone now 
Can hardly go to Spar all alone now 
Intercape was my roadhouse 
You know they saw us
Live on YOTV
While Prontow was repping those money bands

Eat at the table man come pull a chair up
Shit was down and they told me to cheer up 
If you can't do right by my circle 
Then it's time to square up

you can still be a killer
No I can't really trust a bitch 'cause she be usin' filters
And I don't care I hurt ya' heart, you can cry me a river
Know I

Executive chic
She was mad rich
No face Botox or plastics
Booty didn't stretch like elastics
Body was a natural gymnastics
Juicy fruit Tropicana
You

woah you mean
My fit be hard, It's oh so clean
I drop the top, they all on me
My Rollie blind, blind
Yeah VVS they tell the time, time
I am pouring red