Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak
You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/
They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next
If we focus on unity instead of separation
And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin
I pull out the creed but right before i started reading
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes
A new way to be. in unity. comfortably.
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
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