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To strike a rhyme
I am and always have been divine
Before the era of comments, likes and timelines
My time is a fine line that entwines
Presence, power, peace

I'm by your side you wanna quit but relapsed
At the thought of you missing out on a new snap
Or the comments you get after a thirst trap
Know it's got

fascists
I'm just passing it forward

Signing right off
I'm a magnet
Oh fuck
High class on my back
Type to turn the magnates to manic
Bussin' in here
To say

errbody got the coke
Don't read the comments can't afford to go to a new port resort 
And you want all the smoke
I got tired of hoping and praying to God

spend your time in the comment section
With debating, I can't, I got shit to do
Thinking of all of the ways I can better myself
And do something major

washing up with comet

I know I look good bitch 
I ain't ask you for your

Comment 

I know that I'm a character 
I need to start a comic

Passing weed

paying homage
I'm Kellogs when its crunch time
The fuck's a punchline
When you sound like YouTube comments
And I'm fly as two comets
You fucking puppets,

Told me try and speak on my dilemma
Staring at the ceiling, blurry vision
The time that’s passing by me feels too long
Still no answer

harvest
Still broke after passing GO was the way we started
Couldn’t afford to shoot our shots so we punching targets
Really studying the game analyzing

the text
Imma think about it
If you speak in reckless In my comment section
Find your IP
Jacob do a check in
Start to second guessing
Teach a lesson
Yo, why

start 

Woke up passing gas 
Bags out before i could barely fart 

Flower up to power up 
Then shower up & thank the Lord 

This is what I prayed deep for

the real me 
I was being chi wasn’t ready for the real me

I was looking for crowds I can conversate
Same comments but our thoughts we elaborate 
Point

Sitting in class but I ain’t like the rest 

Sitting in class and I’m passing my test 

I wanna fly from the east to the west  

I ain’t look in the past

decribe my obsession 
Interview next question, see all my followers, they memo of my message, i selfy a backwood, arnt no passing in my session, bloody

You ain't a 51-50 dog you need to chill
Go cry up in the comments and then pop another pill

[Chorus]
(Aylius)

They say that life is a metaphor
Well

the socials not enough

So I’ll make sure i’m straight passing
To guarantee my fame 
And make sure not to tarnish
My only professional name

Thousands

the knuckles 
(Ouu yea)
Y'all should be humble 
I see that you jealous and constantly struggle
I really don't care if your comments are subtle 
I'm uh yea, not

there's something happening)
(They know there's someone out there passing righteous judgement)
(We in New York, okay)
(Talk to em talk to 'em talk)
(We love

Always passing judgment
Or spreading rumors
I don't need there permission
It's not up for discussion
So Fuck what you heard
Won't you run tell that
Run

my birthday
Swear it all depends on how you see these things
So view it through my eyes for once
All these little comments must be draining all my

weren't there
To keep me from passing away is a thing I would change
And I can't retain it, the thoughts that are tained
I can't explain when I'm lost

Like I'm fucking for sex who can comment though
I'm smoking gas like I'm passing a class
Cartier stunna's so I block all you hoes
I'm treated like

and leaving was a sign
Comment on getting all up in my space
But you ain't even had the time
Put my cards out, but you'll never beat my top five
Saying dating

the act I elevate the show
Running laps around you so fast didn't know I ran before
The way I'm passing out the bread by now call me the Pope
And no we