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litty sippy sippy
Watch them feeling by them plenty
Keep your pinky up
And you head up
Drop it low like anchor
Boy meets world Topanga
Dissappear so

doubt me 
I might leave the county 
Got me as a bounty 
I'm feeling surrounded
By all these fake actors 
U come to my block better pray to your pastor 
I

And get my money right and shit 
Young nigga balling 
Got me feeling like Nick
All these bitches calling 
But I'm never answering 
Yeah I need the gulla

Going up like NASA, got no alien blaster, treat me like a pastor
Got you on my radar, bet you stay scarred, yes I play hard
Hard on myself, not

to a pastor (3 e’s!)
Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back

lesson, language your lips in
I hear your message, format that it's in
I lie in green pastures, I'm passive agressive
I'm passing time by as the pastor is

Invisible just like a ghost 
Intangible we finna float 
Can't see me, like I'm John Cena 
Possessed by this beat cuz 
We make the room cold and you

you'll get me stabbed up with a dagger
I'll save myself, don't need to worry, I don't need a pastor
Subtle movements what I'm making, I don't start

hands
And all my peoples are rockstars 
Cause we be playing them bands 

Yea you know by any means 
Imma thrive to for fill my dreams
Getting free refills

casket, it hurts to see you like this
Man this shit stressful, a black man done for
This Violence wasn't called for, a mother burying her child yeah that's

language oga pastor I'm merely saying man 
You got a house in the hills and the latest entertainment 
And I pay to you just to hope that I and God are

like we just begun
Lookin back at all the fun
Damn we are such summer bums

Summer time
Yeah its in its prime
Waited for a real long
Summer time
Its

from
You were the same one that said we come from kings
Well how it feels to know you made one (Yeah)
If our lineage ain't connected, I probably give my

shit man
Yeah, look
I'm standing within the canopy where he planted me
Surrounded by empty wishes, journals, and candid dreams
I frantically avoid masses

life living but sometimes I just wanna press pause
Just seen my dog in a hearse yeah it hurt
Wasn't even put on but he was merked
The streets is cursed

art forms, in some time I'll master all them 

Sober is a foreign feeling, but I'm killing time 
By getting high, and if it kills me I won't mind cause

average joe
I just want my cash grow
So I gotta get it by any means I aint pressing pause
Do it for my babies and listen I ain't neglecting y'all
Yeah I

kakra na wa account ay3 2raw
Mo nya kara na mo b3 calim mu big boss
If ebe so wey we do am a anka 3by3 d3n ay3 mo idol 
Frightol y3 kye mo nobody go fi

Gotta eat the fuck up out em
Goddamn I look like Woody from motherfucking Toy Story
Yeah I'm wetter than an ocean lookin' like I'm findin' Dory
Turned

attracting skets 
Who try to pass me debt like yeah id forget your transactions 
Don't ever try to come between her and i to try 
And multiply your cash supply

dipped under that water baptized by the reverend
Pastor Richard Hilton prophesied about my future
It's coming true must be from God the great producer
I

I can't see past all these pastures 
I can't pray 
I can't even pray to my pastor 
On my knees begging please can give you me an answer 
Or a soul

a little slow
But them bullets still moving faster
They blast ya, you getting plastered in caskets
They listening to the pastor
Saying you were such a good

the pastors are overseeing
And Adam in the back sleeping, an apple that Eve is eating (uh)
What I’m trynna say is we rolling green till we at heavens gate
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