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let's sing
Burn religion
Stop tradition
Tear down idols
Heart conviction
Church revival
Devils rival
Full survival
Open bibles
Go through trials
This is

time
I don't mother fuck with people

I don't like nobody
I wanna be left alone
I'm antisocial
I move in silence when I'm in my zone
Killers are quiet

A story that's true

Running out of time
My circuits' so full of connections
Mostly learned to go by feel
And give up on perfection

There is no time

I'm burning this curse by sending verses straight through the paper
So see you later to the haters who said I wouldn't make it
Punching holes in

The stars are meant to fade
The feelings and the pain
The legend of a man
The broken story in my hands
But it never gets like this
Like my idols

a reservoir
I lit the gas when I left the car
I'm out this world where The Jetsons are
I Set the trends then I set the bar
High speed race through ya avenue

Acid Rain
Bitch I done did everything
Don't complain My dogs trained
They gon' end up causing pain
Pretty bitches are like plastic
They melt when they're

the stairs
Running up the steps as I'm running out of air
Backpack full of books and I was booking it
Shouldn't have
Wasn't worth it
Lungs start hurting
God

Feel so far from everyone
I was here i could hear giving everything i had
But no
That wasn't enough to
Get the full view of you that was just a show girl

with the wholigans
Intimidation is key
So I'm using that
The grass is always greener on the other side
Pass me by
While I'm rolling up getting high
Hope

Jake said he always falls asleep happy but I know he's not happy at all
Complains about his grades being bad working full time and going to school

Now everything A one grade A A plus
Man I got a cup full of that Joe Clark aka Lean on me
Girl looking like R and B and my wardrobe is a quarter key

away, gettin paid for the day
Backstory full of drama, in the room filled with shade
25, But a slap to hand from the white man
Children gettin picked up,

Oooo
If you come at me sub par
I’ll pick you apart
Bar by bar
Always been the black sheep
I was born to bar
Even when I tended it was for the bar
Look

in order to grow
Patience Power and Grace
For every end has a new beginning
And the shapes are gonna keep on shifting
Until the shadow man reveals

Real world
Full of fake friends
I don't make friends
I just make ends
Wearing Ray Bans
You don't understand
We ain't staring at it through the same

embody
Me I run the city, yeah I got it all on track
With a team full of winners
Cause you are who you attract
I got money on my mind
think about it all

full of souls
Who abandon their goals
For fearing to lose
I will beat it
I can see it
God help my soul
I know a boy who's been battered and bruised by

man did it before
That's for that imma do more
Keep my soul rather be broke rather be poor
I ain't giving a fuck I'm dope gotta make the dough
Fuck with

He notices her glass is empty
He offers to make it full
She tells him that she's had plenty
Conversation's getting dull, well
He doesn't know why

nosering (bruh)
There are no brakes on the dope train
But snakes that'll make your hopes drain
Keep your head under the water, maintain
Heatwave any season,

And here in lies the test that I have warned you about
Prove you're not afraid just by closing your mouth
The walls are closing in you know it won't be long

Shivers hitting short first then come back long
The man without a home
Won't make a deal
Don't take the loan
Shivers hitting short first then come

the people, who don't want to see you win
Surely growing, while maturing to an wise man
With an old soul that is genuine and never pretends
To be an character