When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,
Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine
Each and every one of my lines are clever, down to the very last letter.
Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever
I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow
And im sure that you know, that one of us has to go...
I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking
These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming
While scheming on hits
Thinking on meaning of beings
With a note there and im thinking of reading
Took the form of a human being
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