The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword
Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort
Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights
A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines
My bars are off the chain, they're a product of
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
Voice of the people so real like a clock the new
I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo
They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine
Conserving the same lines for too long of a time
To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
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