Blasphemy

Nineteen ninety-seven I erupted
Affidavit I don't play the fuck shit
Fell from heaven father said disgusting
Clipped my wings an angle with disfunction
Years later
I'm an agitator
Giving every hater
Middle finger flavor
Back then
I would beg in prayer
Now instead of favors
Yelling fuck the neighbors

This that turn it up
Break your neck
When the po-po show up
We Just flex
This that turn it up
DJ stressed
When we pop off shots and they hit his vest
Blasphemy
Asking me
Where the hell my angel wings
Blasphemy
Asking me
Why the caged bird always sings

40s when I mack
Couple shorties on my lap
Playing oldies when the police
Think they know we on the map
Yellin blasphemy
Asking me
Where the hell my angel wings
Blasphemy
Asking me
Why the caged bird always sings

Why you think that we better dawg
Why the devil been backing off
Why the evil been thought its lethal
But we the people don't feed it nah

Make a million dollars then I'm feeling myself
Til the reaper coming for me I don't need your help
Bitter feeling when you see me winning your belt
Then whip your ass with it like a disappointed dad
Back and attacking dawg
I remember telling people never backing off
They would laugh back then now they talking soft
Cuz I'm foaming at the mouth when they popping off
Now the boy got rabies
Dog don't save me
Old Jerry yeller with the shots I'm taking
Attitude shaking
Everyone waiting
Michael J fox with the ground breaking
Shatter shatter
The ceiling splatter the walls break
Madder hatter
The rabbit hole in the floor takes
About a half of you
Wake up the other half stay
Wake up wake up
They want you to make a mistake

Nineteen ninety-seven I erupted
Affidavit I don't play the fuck shit
Fell from heaven father said disgusting
Clipped my wings an angle with disfunction
Years later
I'm an agitator
Giving every hater
Middle finger flavor
Back then
I would beg in prayer
Now instead of favors
Yelling fuck the neighbors

This that turn it up
Break your neck
When the po-po show up
We Just flex
This that turn it up
DJ stressed
When we pop off shots and they hit his vest
Blasphemy
Asking me
Where the hell my angel wings
Blasphemy
Asking me
Why the caged bird always sings

40s when I mack
Couple shorties on my lap
Playing oldies when the police
Think they know we on the map
Yellin blasphemy
Asking me
Where the hell my angel wings
Blasphemy
Asking me
Why the caged bird always sings



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Writer(s): Grant Lalaian
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