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(Fate)
You can't tackle my moon, yea I think it's too late (Late)
And by the grace, I pray we keep that food up on our plate (Plate)
The city lights got my

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

who this is now
Shooting threes call me Chris Paul
Crazy bitch doing crazy shit
That’s a crazy line like some crystal
Shit that goes to your head
Imma

missle going straight to the damn top (Whoosh)
Yeah these rappers hate it cuz it’s something that they can’t stop (They can’t)
Hating even more they

they saw the extra commas
Funny how this money turn em leaches to piranhas
Just wanna cop a crib by a beach in the Bahamas
Its just a product
Of everyone

spinin'
I'm spinin' tops on tins stops the wind
Stops the hard knock
Just knocked on the door to my soul
It's hard not to know this
Planet ain't my home

we was once 2 niggas of the same kind
Used to bite each others raps and spit the same lines
That was middle school who knew you'd catch a murder charge

niggas look slumped 
That bitch say she bout it but she ain't finna Fuck 
So I'm just passing her by like I'm Andrew the Luck 
We got plenty in line

11:59 and 59 seconds cipher’s complete

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

everything we fight for valued by the cost yeah
When I tire don't make me exhaust nah
I already told you
That I would find a way anyway
I already told you
That

it off before my casket close
No diamond chain
No flashy clothes
You can put yellow bricks on top
To make it look hot
But deep down
It's still just

a bottle top but all these bitches trying to screw me
Cause I'm handsome bout a bag and got a body like I'm Bruce Lee
You can't bait me with no coochie
I'm

lil' bitch, this is a Molotov
Yeah, every time I go and hit a lick, rockin' a balaclav'
Yeah, fuckin' on this badass bitch and she wanna top me off
I see

it every time
To say I'm perfect, I'd but lying but
I'm in a perfect state of mind
I got money in the bank
We got labels on the line
Got my baby by my

murder in a rhyme
I top bars, eliminate the lines, to save time
So keep the cannibalistic death threats
Were fighting using chess sets
Finish quicker like

Call my line askin if I’m moving funny told her come and let me show her yea
Than it’s right back girl 
Acting like it’s me but Ik you like that girl
Yea

I'm back in the mix I was down in the slump Walkin' this shit lines punch ya like trunks
Open the sack momma ask "What's that funk"
Try take what I

focused put me on a straight line
This ain't video games can't be appearing offline
New watch and now that's mine (Mine)
Gone in six seconds like a vine,

Is it that time again
Falling in line with sin
Taking my time to win
Cutting my ties to them
Oh no
I think I lost my head again
Lost my head
Lost my

rounds
On the titanic it's about to go down (Yea)
And by "It's" I mean me, with your bitch on the ground
Choppa get fit like it's lifting 150 pounds
(Got

a bad time
Put a dot on it lemme hop on the next line
Gotta rewind and take it back on the grind
Back to times a nigga wasn't having a dime
Oh this

to the other gods that aren't mine
Cuz I been so blinded by the sight of my eyelids on islands
I never know why I've been seeing my people confide in America

with lil Zayy
I won't hide, by my glock and pop out no delay
On my side they gon send them shots out It aint safe
Put a nigga in the wood Take a hit

friends who have now turned to family
Discipline, knowledge wise, formation is top notch
I will not deny that shaped my life a better way better way better