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Malice religion, Tony found prison
Im just tryna my way out this fucking kitchen
A eye view got me channelling my vision
one to two now my kilos got a sibling
Father knows best, wash my hands all's
We kicking up dust like the floors
Walls full of safes like mausoleum doors
Pussy getting wet like she walking my morgue
Grants, Jacksons, no room for
Yeh, the of Gods in you muthafuckas
This art imitate my
Your World Star Hip Hop fame based off imitation
Eliminate the fool's and imitation ice
My music for soul, inspiration for your life
Every dime I made in this wasn't disastrous
Help my young bitch see my way the Bachelors
my old bitch right back to get her Masters
Same I was clapping in the rafters
The truth everytime its revealed
What goes comes around, this is life's ferris wheel
Grab hold and the steering wheel
As I park, Kentucky Derby on the grill
The fact that Im free me know God is great
Ten marathon of me selling concentrate
These rappers talk but Id rather talk fear
Villain like Candyman, say my and Ill appear
No weapon against me shall prosper
matata, feet up sipping java
Strolling up the poll, whats my only problem?
through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler
So many raised as the band plays
Im here now, watch how nigga's plans change
First class flights, Ciroc soaked
Waking up to models, what a motherfuckin