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God ain't wit that Lukewarm man it gotta go
Satan tryna talk to me, but I ain't with that
All the sin and blasphemy man I ain't with that
I was
wasn't by my jurisdiction
I didn't listen
So I became Satan Victim
God warned me about this
He said stay sober and vigilant
That 1st Peter 5:8 man
I needed
violence and the violent taketh by force
So we gotta come together as the body of Christ and declare that we are not backing down
Satan whatever you're
I don't do it for free
To go through me you gotta pay
I ain't a easy pass
You sound wack to me when you rap
Time gets called on Cassidy
blow my brain into spurts
I’m an angel who’s cursed
By Satan, this ADHD makes me unable to learn
I write on the page ‘cause it works
I escape with
it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody
Intro:
Yeah, Aye little rich man standin' in my way
What I gotta do today to fuckin' get this cake?
Hook:
Aye little rich man standin' in my way
freak
And come alive, girl, get on your feet
A like a Perry Mason without a case
Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
Like the Barkays on the mic
what you want
Well take a second glance -I guess not
Think thrice
‘Cause twice is never enough
To get you through life
Without rocking a set of handcuffs
I been on my job
Get the most high.. When Im feelin low
All roads lead to origins in Mexico
Call me the weather man, or the general
Ima say fuck it
Glizzy on me with the fucking ladder
Go get his ass
When bullets flying they aint got no name you better back back
I was taught to up it buck it put em in
walk out with it pokin
You say you love God, but hate for a livin
Like, come on, you gotta be trollin
They trollin', I got me a way like motion
Lord,
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
Southern jazzy, now who else could get the job done
On God if it ain't the squad the discussions ceases
Bucks increase until my cousin's beat is crushed
me,
I can't believe that you don't want me,
I gotta make my soul confession,
Without you I have no direction now,
I gotta get you into my life somehow.
your pants flat
I be the one chockin' ya paragraphs with laughs
Get ya back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin' me ladies from club hoppin' gets my
Them other hoes get know pass
It's us versus the world and back baby
Ooh baby, I know you fuck with me
By the way you love on me
I know you fuck with me
industry can hate me, I thugged my way through
And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uhh
Now understands
they always say they down
They faking, pretending all the time
Never imagined life without my dawgs
Never imagined life without my mom
They told me
a landmine, someone get a landline, landslide, sliding where you stand high (uh)
Ran by, what I cant buy, so I am high, damn I'm, like a franchise, no i cant
on the beat
Let's go to the yo nigga I gotta eat
We gone get to a milli I put that on me
OTF just the family
Not a day go by without me seeing money
Gave my
way
And didn't work out
So before I give up
Just Hold me down
Whow
Walk with me
Gotta walk with me
And through the low
Walk with me
Gotta walk with me
on a crucifix I get strong
Never will I ever let a devil deceive me again (HA!) mislead me
Cause what I'ma hit you with's gonna hurt (yeah)
Because the flesh is
enemies like Hennessy
Without a chaser
Can't get ahead of me
It dawned on me
Kill the freemasons
I got a plan
Now we gotta run up in the
Look I'm just
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