Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big
God sent me to strike but the devil himself baught me the mic
How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil
I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil
The right hand of god, the left of the devil,
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
I mean seriously, jesus
And panned out, i'm all in love
Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps
And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/
To god is who i swear, or should i sign with the devil,
To make karma come faster than she normally will
I'm chilling with jesus
Yeah, maybach poetic genius
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