Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy
How to produce, with the right things in the right key
Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,
I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met
Im courtside, wizard game
Who has the right to reign,
You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford
Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,
No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners
Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures
You woman are cray, but hayyyy! i'm here to fucking slay.
But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance
Tell em bitches they can get up on my level
The right hand of god, the left of the devil,
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