God of Hustle part 2

I'm the rap librarian
I know all the flows
So, I can spit this new shit
Without stepping on anybody's toes
I pulled the rabbit from the hat
And nobody knows how they could live without having my rabbit on their lap
Even when I spit into the sky my saliva forms a satellite
To spy on your mind's eye
The lyrics I supply
When applied to your short life
Might change your fucking ride
Before you step off to die
I got to read a little to the middle
I bind the grime with the mental of a hustler's grind
Grimiest of all time
I bind grunge with the new rhyme
I run it all together for my own mind
Keep a strap because of my own kind
Gotta get out of my way back into my own mind

Little homie shot the arresting officer in the face now my shits an FBI case
My temper is real from the overabundance of g shit I fill my head with
Left the game with money Ya'll left with opinions
I ride with Jesus my angels scare away your minions
If I subscribe to any philosophy or ideology
I want to be with Jesus with angels watching me
All they try to hide revealed clarity in motion demons run from me
Death is a magician and he taught me his tricks
Bartending hell and I'm keeping the tips



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Caudill
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