Free throws of money, bet you can’t block
Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,
Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan
Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them
Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though
I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo
Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,
Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne
Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein
I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
Believing what they say yeah we pretty consistent
Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt
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