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of you suckers, Motherf*** you are nothing without us
We've made you who you are, like people are to pastors
Nawe uyazibonela I'm happy boss
Getting that

of you suckers, Motherf*** you are nothing without us
We've made you who you are, like people are to pastors
Nawe uyazibonela I'm happy boss
Getting that

A bit illuminati bound
& Dawn’s trying to calm me down
Well fuck him too
Ima tie him to
My basement floor
Oh by the way Dawn
Could you turn up
The bass

fair
Pastor Tobi talking bout making heaven giving em hell
Broke niggas say shit and rich niggas get inspired
When it's y'all
Over here dawg it's faith

I gotta get through
See into the future
Just enjoying the view
Was chilling by myself
But now it's a crew
If you want mental health
Then I'm talking

with a grain of salt
Trust nobody I don't care to see where they all want me cause I oversee
Where my ship sails, I'm the one who gotta stand by

to The Most High
I've crossed over most, a White Iverson soul
I'm Poseidon with his Trident and a Leviathan flow
Picture Aristotle's excellence inspired by

If you ain't mad, then I'm saying shit you sick in the brain
Another brother down, but they saying niggaz is slain
So I'm just standing by this window

When I ended up right back down in my mama's basement
But somehow someway
I always overcame the bullshit I was face-to-face wit
Tryna delay me on a daily

And after this one night, I went to my bed room and I shut the door and I kneeled down by
My bed, and I knew this was important, I knew this decision

alley-gators 
Have you noticed since the solstice? Slow down 
I'm in pure awareness not physically bound 
In tune and all around 

Hinoki kata yori ni 
Kimi ni

Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!

It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz
Down to the yellow

cardiac
Have a heart attack 'cause I'm a hypochondriac
I'm classified as a bad kid right
Feelin' pacified by my alibi
Gotta maximize what you magnify while

know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top

half my county's in Iraq Wars 
The other half would have me counting down to rapture 
csking bout my path and if I'm that sure
Roller coaster focus no

juice I'm leaning off drank
All them backwoods and dutches get filled with that stank

He could probably get hit by the end of the day

I been chilling

is on higher ground

So Lord, lift me up, and let me stand
By faith on heaven's tableland
A higher plane than I have found
Lord, plant my feet

telling myself
I'll never know how this ends
The story goes on

I've always tried to live a
Little better than I'm feeling
By concealing brutal urges
Think

Chianardo Di Caprio

Chino XL

I Told You So

2001

invade Helen of Troy
Single dominant A-male, getting pussy by mistake
How much hate mail can one pretty nigga generate?
Wasn't delicious bullets missing me

the fruit of peach, uh
New church, new pastor but fuck what they preach
Saved by the bell and I ain’t talking Screech
It cost for the lips bitch kiss me

of counting down the days
I'm counting up in case
Y'all think the hours in day. And time I allocate
To rap is a fucking waste
They say 10,000 hours will make

three on your head like Chance The Rapper, 
He was gangster till I press him, now that boy a pastor,
This fame come with it but them rackys what I'm

repulsed squeeze harder while I crack a smile
My records wild they reflect my zeal
While these pastors preach a watered down gospel for sex appeal
Nah really

still sinning need to go and see the pastor,

I’m feeling pain but all I wanna feel is laughter,

I Wish I could show you what I been through,

All my