I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven
I never use a fork i always spoon her
Oh lord please up in heaven i'm down for whatever.
The twinkle in your eyes is actually the sun shining between your ears.
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor
Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?
See me as blasphemous for i don't need them
Cold, my style making my nose run
If i die me and her will dance in heaven
Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven
And isaiah say one day your time will come
Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
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