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I’m hurting I can’t figure it,
Jesus left me like the rest of them, is the way I come to picture it look, 

If you love me, than how’d my pops get by

Since We been born We marked for death
So I live like nothing matters in depth
I remember when vision was blinded I could see straight
Gold bless my son

Without a Remington tucked or watching The Killing of America
After you done planning a family fun holiday, no ammo and guns
Daughters dead and the sons

underground i had to  use a shovel,
Im the son of my mom forgotten by my dad guess he dint like me, ima savage witha clean heart im on my own level
Came

But winter kinda sad so I need some weed to skip this
And my hands like my feet, yo I need my bro to flip this
Like my future looking prosperous? Nah I

Understood

Rich Homie Quan

Understood

ain't no refund, when I ship it, it's sold
I don't trust none of these niggas so I'm gripping my tool
Momma said "stay on your feet", so yeah I tip in

running) for so long
Tryin' to be strong, but yo
(I've been running)
I'm exhausted, my feet hurt
(I don't) Wanna run no more
(I don't) Wanna run no more
They

(From him)
Yet not my will but yours be done
(Amen)

Aye
I'm surrounded by friends that are enemies
That befriended me what's the remedy
I'm tryna make

day you should tell
All my disciples to wake up and think again
The son of God I may be, but you can do it without me
For the spirit of truth lies

never
They say the good die young
Well Ima live forever
Forever

I’m through with playing the good guy
It’s either you stood by, or saw me waving goodbye

Your perception is your reality, those are core words I live by
Type of dude with high standards, I don't want to get by
Because I want to thrive high

the violence but go do something
Or will you pass by them like a nuisance
Or get up and get out and make new sons and daughters
Give Christ to the perps

of feeling threatened by my presence
Honestly I get it all the time
I'm a one man assassin, so get your sorry ass in–
Side, cuz I think I'mma finna commit

walk with the Son
And He ain't by my side He in front of me
Call on His name when the devil confronting me
Sinner keep sinning but He keep on loving me

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not

of work get in the car and now I'm mashin' (Skrrt)
Nine nineties on my feet cause that's my fashion
Roadblocks tryna slow me down so now I'm passin'

The reason I can't be beaten is my beats just be the cleanest
Not to be conceited, but my will cannot be weakened and it
Only increases until I'll be six feet

away
Livin' somewhere south of heaven
Take it day by day, just dealin' with depression
Shot after shot, guess I'll never learn my lesson
Goin' shot for

to see
My rhyme behind the entropy
But if he'd just once humor me
He'd see we need to live life logically

See how the heart plays profound
(See how he

daylight dreamers working nice
To live the dream together
Cream like dollar dollar bill
I look good a poodle with a rat while Ophelia
My country fish shaped

Sauced up
Had ta boss up
Takin care of my woman and son
These niggaz talk tough
But don't act up
Boy I promise I don't need a gun
But if I pack the stick

say she don't need no gift wrap
His and her matching yo bitch and you mitch match
Shake in his boots off da sound of a click clack
Stand on my feet

the gunslinger
Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer
Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner
My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner
How you say go

plunge, shipwrecked 

Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected 
 But oh, by the way, said my father before being