Then landed on my throttle
He be the last true apostle
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.
Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal
Satan is evil, swin3 is his apostle, hes honestly hostile,
Yeah i know we never got to meet
Indeed i strike assassins creed,
Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes
To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success
What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique
You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/
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