| Raised off of my crucifix
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| Dripped in all white, an anti-satanist
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| I’m on my painter’s shit, my canvas filled with hits
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| I’m make my own world my nigga, make a wish
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| My foundation built off fucking taking drugs
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| But the youth love me, I raise 'em up
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| Like a new born, you can’t talk with us
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| With them shoes, bruh you can’t walk with us
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| AK the heir, he up next
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| Make sure my name is spelt clear on them checks
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| Boy, I make sure I flex just to shit on my ex
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| Give a fuck about you once the digits finesse
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| Diesel the Nina, preceding your feet up
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| My speech is so potent, they reeking like reefer
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| Get reached in the open, like hi, nice to meet ya'
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| They’re left in their moment after I delete ya', like
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| Praises up to the most high
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| Back from dead like I ghost ride
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| Bleed indigo 'til the day I die
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| The only red you see is in my hazy eyes
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| Don’t look to cope, they might hypnotize
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| Slaughter all and straight victimize
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| Heart is large and my bars is dark
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| But my mind is sharp, watch them synthesize
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| Fuck what you saying like Bolt
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| If it ain’t from the heart, then I ain’t about the cause
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| These niggas think small, get your brain out the fog
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| Realize you a god, then the saints gon' applaud
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| Can’t steal my prize from the place where they spark
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| Hope he got nine lives, cos my dogs got heart
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| Take a toke then I rise fronto, hella thought
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| Leave your foes in the dark, be the oath from the start, bitch
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| Two years since I started rappin'
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| Rick James, a nigga tracks is slappin'
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| Reefer madness, my blunt do damage
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| I keep relapsing can’t break the habit
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| And I won’t, niggas is jokes
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| Pave my own lane, put it down for the coast
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| And a nigga bring change 'fore they die in the cold
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| Leave the stage lit with flames every time that we go, ho
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| Feeling like my death is calling and my ego ignoring
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| So I light up the evil in a sky full of torment
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| Like a blunt of the diesel I ignite in the morning
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| As we fight to be equal, cool kids been yawning
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| My crew be drawing, number two lead poison
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| Only got few choices, live poor and in fortress
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| And blow our fortune to be living this awesome
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| But I won’t play possum, standing tall like a column
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| Pulled up with it like, ''oh"
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| Word to Chief Keef, young nigga I glow
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| Sprite with the foe, hot box on the road
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| Two shots of the henn' on the rock for the show
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| Nigga don’t fold, beat my poker face
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| I play my cards right, that’s four aces straight
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| You call it lucky, I call it fate
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| 'Fore I had to take my mind filled with dank
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| Puffing on skunks to the grave
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| Give me any 'mount of dro, it’s gone in a day
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| All my niggas shining gold, no need for no chains
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| And my queen beside a soldier, try and get banged
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| She can drop me, chauffeur over to the bay
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| Switching the passengers off on the way back
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| Told all my niggas dream now, don’t just stay trapped
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| 'Cause knowledge ain’t foreign, think hard, where ya' brain at? |