Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,
Listen to every word that i slur
No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit
As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit
Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god
I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got
Life is a greatest gift, from god
Almost cried right on the spot
My god is the truth and light
My direction good, well-rounded type
That's how i got the weed spot
Life is a success if you know god
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Is this real life? god damn this is real life.
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