Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance
Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/
Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers
Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
As demons seep in the sinners early fate
Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names
I dont know whether your apostles or saints
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt
An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought
Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,
But you never come when you period is five days
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