Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle
Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal
Tryna stay clear of my foes
Milk mustache and a bloody nose
Had to call on jesus cuz my life was in demise
But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange
Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche
I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls
Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger
I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer
Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead
We’re walking past the head on a silver plate
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
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