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on your hands and they remain as stained
As windows in his church, lord will I not say in vain
Your name, but how long will it take before the money

'll say they don't need us
Uh-huh
Okay, okay

Came from a place where
If they can't iron it out
They got put on a T-shirt (yeah)
Back then
I needed

your streams
I'm immaculate, words comes out they sound passionate
Slaughter these beats you'd think I'm harassing it
Bars do you right it gotta be

If you let your lead get you into something
That your eraser can't get you out of
I wrote a song about it, like to hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa)

up on 'em, flip they shit and then I roll out
Man fuck luuvxen, ion give a fuck bitch
If it's up, you know it's stuck and you can't get away from me

lets get it now
Fuck a religion get into your spiritual
I work magic people say it is a miracle
Kai the profit they knock it cause it aint biblical

on me
It shows now I'm Absolutely Armed
To the Teeth he Nose now
I'm being more anatomical
When I say armed I'm mean lyrically
I'll leave the gun talk

never could stop me
But never could get me
But never could rob me
Blow up your world into smithereens
I took you down once even made you bleed
They say

believe it, eyes on your cleavage
Hold that thought
I know that your girls is leavin'
But you got good reason to post
I say we stick around here
For

the juice guy
Every time I shoot I

Ntwana yase lokshin run from gun shots
If not uzobona is'fuba sishaya iskonteer woh
I don't get no stitching I got
Rhymes

run from gun shots
If not uzobona is'fuba sishaya iskonteer woh
I don't get no stitching I got cocaine
Rhymes chopping up too free to your foreskin woh

and they'll just say it isn't meaningful
Tell them your dreams and they'll just say it's unachievable
Weight on my shoulders gets heavier every minute I get

in disguise like John Gacy
You got one plaque and it's not even your song, I got 80, uh
Lately y'all are lazy
Waitin' to be carried
Lotta y'all are

to the gun sounds
And you're not a gorilla, you're a dead monkey
'Cause I got a banana clip in these Red Monkeys
What you said? Don't be afraid to say it

really think that your just so fucking clever
Then I'm a stand by you 'til you do something better
But you can say whatever, and you can say whatever

Long way home
Long way home
Well say lil homie
Put your gun down
Ill be the first to say
The streets ain't fun now
The same ones glorify it

So, I'm told that, in fact, that we have Mr. Austin circling the neighborhood, and I just
Wonder whether or not, from your standpoint, Mr. Pillman,

feedback, I don't want your input
They can't stop listening to my songs, I know that they be hooked
Yeah, but I don't blame them
A lot of demons in my head,

their guns and how they let it spark
(Yah) they say I do it for cloud
I was 16 knowing I was (Facts)
And I get canceled every day but
I'm still gon' hit

with the side view
You don't have to stress it it'll drive you
Mark y'all parallel park y'all
Spark y'all
Put you under the river or shark y'all
They say

to not just for some fucking views and hits
I know sometimes my songs be lit guess you could call them groovy bitch
But I ain't clout chasing from it

need
Fuck a blunt you are my Weed
I’m not your ex I’ll never leave
He said that too but I’ll show it
By this time you should know it
Breaking every

pendant
I stack up that money, I get it
From the bottom, I'm comin', I'm straight out them trenches
She want me to buy her Cartier, feelin' like I had

Given by the Lord
You couldn't say they weren't mine
So we they say God is good
I gotta say all the time 

Oh Glory glory Hallelu 

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