| I’m a prophet who profit off of hot bars
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| I push the laws to the limit because I got none
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| Defeat the evil and darkness with the hot sun
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| I’m everybody’s top gun
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| The numero uno, never pseudo, they tried to curse me like voodoo
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| But I’m blessed like Tutu (So blessed)
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| Spiritual but I keep the tool too, Allah bless my soul
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| Grant 'em knowledge and wisdom, they never test my goal
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| I been managing anger but my tolerance been on low
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| They say don’t bottle problems and pride cause you probably just gon' blow
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| And watch how you treat others, you reap what you sow
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| But I speak with no code, everything blatantly spoke
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| I’m out the mode of the truth tellers
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| Get out of line, send your family to suit sellers
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| Don’t get over-zealous or too jealous
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| Cause I chop more than a line when I send your head through these propellers
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| It’s the evil that men do
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| I don’t like you, I ain’t trying to pretend to
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| You ain’t the homie, you ain’t know who I’m kin to
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| You ain’t seen the struggle you don’t know what I’ve been through
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| It’s middle fingers up when I pull up and bend through
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| I used to ride the train, now I pull up in Benz coupe
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| Most wouldn’t survive through the life that I’ve been through
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| A bunch of fake love from family and friends too
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| And they wonder why I’m always on my solo shit
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| Introverted life, I never show 'em shit
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| Built it on my own, I’m talking brick by brick
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| They tried to break my confidence, I took lick after lick
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| But all scars heal and all tears dry
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| I just hope I leave imprints before I touch the sky
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| If you run and tell my story make sure it’s televised
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| Cause this revolution in me, it will never die
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| It’s the evil that men do
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| I don’t like you, I ain’t trying to pretend to
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| You ain’t the homie, you ain’t know who I’m kin to
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| You ain’t seen the struggle you don’t know what I’ve been through
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| It’s middle fingers up when I pull up and bend through
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| I used to ride the train, now I pull up in Benz coupe
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| Most wouldn’t survive through the life that I’ve been through
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| A bunch of fake love from family and friends too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Astaghfirullah , by - Stalley. Song from the album Cake, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп