| She call me jade tree
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| 'Cause I’m jaded while I’m blowing and a homie can see
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| I’m in a dark room, I still be sunning out the air strip
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| Planes landing on planes landing on an air blimp, shit falling in vain
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| I fuck up your shit, the come up like paradise lost
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| You seen them palm trees glitter in that paradise frost
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| I fuck up your shit, like the old testament
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| Testament to your faith that you keep me in bed
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| Sloppy voodoo with my eyes, they be nothing too special
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| But my brain fuse a pupil to the thought of the devil
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| SOS if you think SOS translate to you scared
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| But SOS stand for SUS on SUS, suspended in air
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| I’ma cut you in your flight, you a razor through clouds
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| A white light angel in a heavy weight realm
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| I fuck up your shit like Drake on xanny
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| You was sad but now you write about your thoughts on xanny
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| I’ma steep you in the water, watch a grown man squirm
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| It ain’t my fault you crossed over to the spirited world
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| We walky-talky through the valley of the shadow of death
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| You gon' shadow me every move I make, you make it next
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| Don’t let the way I be looking confuse up your acts
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| Judges, I’m the Genesis, Exodus come next
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| Ezra Nehemiah, homie Isaiah, Habakkuk, habitat
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| Cooking rock soup, don’t let the rookie be shook
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| Lurk the dirt on the apostles and the good samaritans
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| Coming down from the pulpit with gems in the Benz
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| Daddies call me young grim 'cause my body a ghost
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| I’m looking like a female covered in Jacob’s coats
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| Nike socks split open on Moses' rocks
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| They call me a Malachi, Dubai, messenger of the scribe
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| They call me Young Thug’s crown, pass heritage down
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| Bobby, Whitney, Matthew, Luke and Mark
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| I’ma tell you while you at it, get a lukewarm dart
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| We gon' shoot a weak bitch with the weakest shot
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| She gon' fall from the heavens into witches' pot
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| And then we gon' say
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| Amen |