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a hypocrite, hypocrite
But my past ain't chained to me
Praise God I'm free!
I'm attacking like a Will Smith smack and I'm gone
Leave confusion on ya faces, you

Military Mind

Killa Tay

Thug Religion

wit Fullys

{Verse 1}
Scrutinize my roots, and recognize the troops
I'm still a G with exceptional capabilities
I know they plottin on killin me, but

sound happy its a lie i'm afraid
I can't do this by myself
You told me make my move I said okay but this ain't chess
You know that things ain't normal

And I'ma be the nigga by the way (Oh, uh)
And I'ma be the nigga by the way (Hey yeah)
You can stop frontin' on it

Act like you don't see me if you want

degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea

Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk

blades
In chests, Take That Risk, By CB
It's not good, is it?

Who's-who's-who's talkin' what? Anywhere
Goes they know
I ain't into this talkin' stuff
We

His way
Cause He told me to trust Him
So I fell towards Him

You gave me Life
My Lord, I wanting more
Help me be dead to sin
Remove the corpes
Honestly

You don't get no wins in Mi Casa matter of fact
Send location any rapper, terrorist attack
By time you sip mimosa, my grind done inched me closer

Hit 'em with that drive by

Yo 40 on my body told me I could come and get it
Ion travel for no Nigga unless it's hitting with the lickets
And my jeweler

Labels chasing Youtubers with no songs yet
Thats why half the game winning straight from london
Thats why the soul songs from Adele and Sam Smith
Where

AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones

it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new

nigga
And when I'm sippin' lean, I sip it by the liter, nigga

Bitch, I'm gone, smokin' death, this shit a kill a, nigga
Yo bitch on me, dawg, I think she

I've seen too much to know I'm saved by grace
Tell me to get it, I got it
I'm with the Most High like I'm smoking narcotics
This road has been crazy, I

I can't trust a mothafucka I don't wanna be near you
If you ain't did shit for me then I ain't got nothing to give you
If you was steady switching

everywhere, mad fans on you
You Niggas too happy-go-lucky
I'm from Sackman hoe trust me
I'm happy-go-bucky
(How da bloods say?) You my Scooby
But scrappy owe

uh
Evil essence
Death I reckon uh
In this session uh
Heaven beckons
Cynical that is me for I have seen too many things
Too many dreams crushed by greed

thats a new tax
Stan smith nigga clean like ajax
See this shit in widescreen like imax
Smoking cookie weed make a nigga relax
Lame nigga try me imma

Clyde
Why’d you have to hurt me with your lies
You’d make Sam Smith struggle with saying goodbye
Can’t decide who needs to apologize
Always making me feel

infrastructure
Ghosting friends like Sam and Tucker
Default plans like “Go to Rutgers”
Label me that Asian motherfucker
You be talking to
Talking smack is kinda

Everbody tryna head up
Shut up fuck up
Some virus just strarted having fun they cant be stop by the gun
And this shit make me fuckin run
I'm standing for

clack
This Smith and Wesson ain't got no kickback
If I take her
Then you cannot get yo bitch back
If I said it then I guarantee I lived that
Love my

what's heading for me

And that's all of the praises
All of the hatred
Undercover agents
Mr. Smiths duplications
(To all of those)
That boy lame as hell he

All I know is you don't wanna get caught up in the triangle
after dark trust me bro, trust me bro
Carol City stays Cheifen, Hialeah Mango-hill them