Lyrics:
silly lies
Disguised by your bedroom eyes
All these phony alibis
Lost to Christ
Cross my heart I hope you die
I love you ...(die) forever
From
giving her time
Why they call you the ghost cause I come at surprise
Ask what do you like I said 2 at a time
She more than nice if I go back twice
Saw me
and low for our purpose
Mother Circe operates in churches
She would counter feed off the servants
Consume their intellect just like burgers
No I didn't make
The day of Judgment has arrived
Only the blessed shall survive
The second coming of Jesus Christ
Returning like a thief in the night
to me, bro
Somebody bark two shots
Now they wanna talk to a pro
I don't wanna send for the cosh or crow
I was like "talk to my flow"
There's not a guy in
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
sacrificed and paid the price I love
No other could ever do what you did with four kids
Had to raise us by yourself because them dad slid
[Hook]
Please let me
on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In
Niggas know the name call me Ayu
Don't take that shit in vain like my prophet Jesus
I'm a new age nigga Christ shit no news
Im raising up indigos
to the juice
Think he need a pint
How the fuck I fail English? All
I do is read and write
Boy, and that's no lie
Told her I just want the neck like a bowtie
Two
what's happenin'
Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in
Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'
Free by the guys in Allen (yo)
know what's right or wrong
But they hung Christ on nails
Six kids at home and two still on the breast
They wouldn't even give her bail
Poor Ned, you're
Gente dice que
some people say that true love
no hay amor verdadero
is mere chance
Pero Dejame decirte que
well i beg to differ check it
love is so
and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get
so accurate anytime laps cameras capture it
Tearing apart time's fabric, no exaggerate
Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only could store half
you like matches do
I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
They're all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
By
They wish I just started, to be a full time grind
I'm not trying, to lose my life
But if I do, I want to meet Jesus Christ (way too late)
[Trae]
how I deter with
High as fuck off the D Rope
That's how my words flip
The Tec shoots through dudes two
Pecs nigga that's birds lips
With it but me he
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