Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry
Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger
I can tell you that this tape
So you better fight right for gods sake.
So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Say you through will all my foul ways
This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.
As it rises another day in egyptian
They placed the name but can't recall description
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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