Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems
Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks
Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape
Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate
I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs
Of the people in world, and i'd be the source
Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life
The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive
You in to that animal stuff
Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus
Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break
To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate
Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue
What happened to the stuff we used to do?
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