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Been walkin by faith
I’m losing my sight
Been leading the blind
I’m going through phases and facing the times
I’m talkin with God
Like Lord

C-C-C-C-Christopher columbus put my people in some dungeons, fuck it!

Everything I learned in a school I'll never use it
For the world that I am walking towards is

all
I've been writin' eulogies
R.i.p, r.i.p
I've been writin' eulogies
I'm from the shadow of death
The reaper down by my side
They think I lost all my

My fellow Republicans!
We have gathered here today to Make America Great Again
God Bless America
God Bless Christopher Columbus
And God bless

looking, good intentions, Ashton Kutcher
Every time we drop, everything is hot, Phoenix Sun like Devin Booker
Drew just made a beat and mothafuckas thought

gold, do we do
Everything that my teachers told
I mean it's right there
In the books, you can just take It
Christopher would prolly
Say that it is

Questioning everything I've been taught
Travelled the globe, that's a gift from my pops
For leaving my mom
Beauty that comes from afflicted distraught
I usually

Carl-tons they weighting
On my mind cause I thought we was cool
These niggas shiesty and they don't like to play by the rules
Keeping everything tucked like

Lost in this world created by me
Everyones flawed like adam and eve
Nobody's perfect nobodys real
Or nobody knows or nobody sees
Nobody wanted

ahead and get chase down
By the cancel culture police coming to shake down
I guess worthy of praise mean no mistakes founds
And correction is take

it's a reincarnation of Christopher Wallace (Huh)
I think this is it (Facts)
Circle is small as a drop in the bucket
Silencers keep you from sinkin' your

Everybody Follow @Shief find me on Apple music & spotify & Tidal 
I'm on Everything movie coming soon 
Can't be broke forever Co sign By Dina Lohan haha

me
And they squawking early
Yeah, this take me back to age 10
Son a great man without being raised by great men

Just me, my mom, lil bro
Grindin'

Now, I know you're just
Intimidated by me

Strut through the club like my name is Tiffany
Blow your mind I'm a fashion epiphany
I'm not saying that

everything i got in store, had made us a profit
Young nigga makin' my chips bigger
Until the chip on your shoulder's saying its fuckin' over
Until your homies

easy
Call me wheezy when we fucking from
The weed and heavy breathing
I can see I'm fuckin' good by
The mirror on the ceiling
Feeling in my mouth, bad

Christopher Wallace, they ready to die
Yeah, you know we run it a lot
Somebody told if I ever get knocked
I'm peepin' they plot, I'm peepin' they move
Huh,

clocked in i’m gone go clock em out.

Written By: Christopher Cosby (Obo Chris)

sleep sounder laying by my side
And it's not a question
When you look in my eyes
Said my love's worth the pain of saying goodbye

Wanted to be the one you

Zombified by amphetamine, ketamine, racial injustice for that melanin or brown complexion
One too many ambitions to become a dead or living legend
I'm giving

copy cats, not Roger that

American dads up in my wallet
pockets Christopher Wallace
Balmain Jeans what I'm walking
I'm Osiris that be saucin
Got these

leave you thorny crowned
Crucify, getting shitted by your own
The universe, everywhere I roam is my home
To some, I suppose, uranium explode
Leaving kids

I feel like I'm one of the last humans left
And sometimes I get to thinking to myself
And there's a quote by Christopher Hitchens
That I just wanted

a beat
What I spit can get Christopher Reeves up out his seat
A rap master, lyrical multi-tasker
Micromanager, microphone damager
In '83 you coulda called