We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
My identity thrown up top, primarily,
From this identity crisis.......
All we need is convienient love
Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war
Something in his arm, he pushing more and more
Killer stay uptown, louden va tree
31. an unknown identity,
People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
I am literally jesus
Trying to get back to this thing called love
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