Permanently focused, learning while i'm going
Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing
After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya
But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir
On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,
Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.
Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again
I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them
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