Went up and called jesus,
Thought this was forever love
That was my influence
But i dont carry guns
Bad hoes i'm seen with them
Like they're angles from heaven.
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
Level eleven, my raps from heaven
These chalance give me balance
Artillery weak with guns
Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz
On the right side of jesus,
Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains
We bustin' like shot guns
Hold it..now thank you for silence
Without the sound of guns
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