Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
He's a fucking ant and i'm burning his land with a magnifying glass and a damn laser
And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major
I am literally jesus
And panned out, i'm all in love
Here i go again, searching for love
Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.
He's eyes follow like when kitties follow laser pens, [ehehehe] so fun,
You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus
Jesus, he's the evilest elitist judas
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Dc has never seen such progress
What chu gonna do, laser me to death
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