Crucifix
God calling the devil makes it hard for me to keep a blessing
My pen is a lethal weapon
Come at you I'm least expected
Want money I need depression
Piss me off get shit on
Wedding crasher no Vince Vaughn
Met the pastor can't help me
Broke as fuck not wealthy
Can't wait for what hell brings
From the four got five bitches that's number six
When bells ring don't give a fuck what you tell me
Give a fuck what you tell me
Horse on my Mustang
Whores saying they must bang
On the real I sustain
You lie I don't trust things
Smart girl give dumb brain
Pills how I numb pain
Pills how I numb pain
Rest In Peace to Pop Smoke
Won't fuck less she got throat
Getting cheese like nachos
Leaving out this whole world
Fucking on ya old girl
All she wants is stone pearls
I decline won't pay a dime
Steve Smith I'm eighty nine
Come around ya ladies mine
No reason for hating mine
Way of words you hate it burns she coming down to Satan's dine
Drinking blood right out a cup
Every rapper is now a bluff
Time to lift my powers up back from the grave
Like how in the fuck is he doing this
Walking dead I sacrificed myself on a crucifix
My pen is a lethal weapon
Come at you I'm least expected
Want money I need depression
Piss me off get shit on
Wedding crasher no Vince Vaughn
Met the pastor can't help me
Broke as fuck not wealthy
Can't wait for what hell brings
From the four got five bitches that's number six
When bells ring don't give a fuck what you tell me
Give a fuck what you tell me
Horse on my Mustang
Whores saying they must bang
On the real I sustain
You lie I don't trust things
Smart girl give dumb brain
Pills how I numb pain
Pills how I numb pain
Rest In Peace to Pop Smoke
Won't fuck less she got throat
Getting cheese like nachos
Leaving out this whole world
Fucking on ya old girl
All she wants is stone pearls
I decline won't pay a dime
Steve Smith I'm eighty nine
Come around ya ladies mine
No reason for hating mine
Way of words you hate it burns she coming down to Satan's dine
Drinking blood right out a cup
Every rapper is now a bluff
Time to lift my powers up back from the grave
Like how in the fuck is he doing this
Walking dead I sacrificed myself on a crucifix
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