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these niggas, 
I keep my ear to the streets I done heard all the statistics, 
I heard em say by 25 Ide be dead or in prison, 
But I made it out alive, I

go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if

by the culture of rap
A vulture of facts
Picked clean the sculpture of that
That being the lines out of a speaker
Crack feind, black teen that never

and outspeed the storm
It's just secret doors
Lead to secret doors that lead to secret doors
Hidden chambers, creaking floors
Old stories told about meteors
I

all day by day like I'm doin a bid
Now I'm walking down a aisle but my shopping is done
After addition and subtraction know the answer is one
One bride

never from your enemies
Closest mates keep changing up corrupted by their jealousy
Envy me cos I'm reaching heights that they'll never see
Projecting

they traced our family line
back to the beginning of time then they manufacture swine
consumer design
a new arm a new eye for all of us to try
but

buses on the way to the bank
Just to find out That a nigga ain't paid
And I don't really know you either
Calling on my line, like I owe you nigga
Back

line for you, bro?
You ain’t showin’ no love
You ain’t sharin’ my shit
How am I supposed to grow
If nobody hears my flows?
I fuckin’ body these tracks

out the story of my life
But it's time to put a change in, improvise
Take a minute or wherever
Your attention interlies
You're begging for my time
Like

I first jotted a line
Yeah, and my writing sucks yeah it must
Even though nobody ever said it does
I live and breathe it, but I feel defeated
Cause

As I recline to write these lines
Coming up with a few that I feel are fine
Even fire maybe, sayin', "Oh that's crazy"
'Til a voice that's hazy

holding hostages
With atomic bombs i come from a long line
Of this kind of people you see
I represent a third generation of evil
It courses through my blood

I will repeat
Not a member you're lying to me
You never gon ride with the heat
I keep the blade and I ride with the heat

Here is a true story
My big

things feel the same
When we change just a lil' bit with every day that go by?
Sometimes I can't find the words to say to you
When you start crying but my

weight beams
Young boys you blame em
Tryna get their gear up
Want cake by the layers
And ain't trying to hear you
Old folks they bore em
With them old ass

Turn the 4 into 9 let the 9 double more 
Never blame a book for the story that it told 
You just take what you need and put it back where it go 
Grind, I

really ain't no fucking joke
No, This not yo shit from back in tha day
This bitch aint got no choke.
Dis bih really top of the line
Don't say nun crazy

Yeah

I’m More 

I’m More 


Look 

I’m more faithful 
I’m more greatful
I’m more shameful 
All of those and anything else if we on baby 
My story is

the blade in my thick skin
There we are on facetime, I’m laying in bed listening to the bass line
Of your heart beat, tryna pace mine
So I stay calm till

picture but the story's old
Monalisa will leave you out in the cold
Monalisa got you under her spell
But she's ringing up your tab like a hotel bell yeah

lifted
So the sky is down below me (one time)
So tell all the soldiers to Roger like Federer 
For the King and Force and the General
He has made me a story

inner me
Voices in my head be scarring me
As I'm telling my story lyrically is life in this hell my destiny
The problems and struggle is all on me
God

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Chorus

In God we trust I hope the truth is in the Bible
In God we trust my life line for survival
In God We trust