I’m literal, I’m literally
Mackaveli still alive just turn on your tele
And if you searching for these jokers then they’re in my belly
The shooting of ’95 right infront of that deli
Yeah
So call me bach, because I was born a king
Praised? yes but I was born in sin
So jesus walks and demons talk to me
That son of a gun, that motherf**ka damn rookie
My damn destiny written on a fortune cookie
And two hoes and too many goals, I guess I’m playing hookie like
I said I guess I’m playing hookie like
Mmm
So tell me how many lies before the truth provides
The sight right in my motherf**king eyes
Because I’m blind to the game
She said she sucks d**k so I’m like go insane b*t*h
Go insane b*t*h, go insane b*t*h
She said she sucks d**k
Go insane b*t*h
B*t*hes?
N***us?
Can’t tell the difference
Only difference nobody gave these b*t*h n***us clearance
If you know a motherf**ker and his name is Clarence
My gun be the reason for his disappearance
I put these demons in this motherf**king demonstration
I make reservation in hell’s nation
God bless all the people for their perseverance
But even if they persevere
I’m coming for their soul
That never gets sold
So I’ve been told I’m a coldest motherf**ker man
That you ever known
Pucker up, when these bullets kiss you like a mistletoe
When these bullets kiss you like a mistletoe hoe
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