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Lord forgive me for all my sins
Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying
Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling
I'm begging on my knees lord please forgive thee,
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
And the world is my church, and i'm the fucking lord almighty,
My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord
Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short
Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win
Start blessing the lord for my attention,
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city
My attitude is shitty i show city joy
But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy
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