Gita

We don't cuffs and we don't do shackles
Come get tackled at the tabernacle
Hit they opinion with but did I ask you
We gettin bread it's in the book of Matthews
Y'all know I love the battle
Margiela track star
I lap the moon for practice
Spirit Marshall and the chief
The the wave that lead to peace

Bhagavad gita
Yankee Jeter
Now them all peep my Ether
Detoxed
Cleaner
Flex God
Leaner
Goddess
I need her
Hot gyal
Fever
Farmer boy
Might seed her

Bhagavad gita
Yankee Jeter
Now them all peep my Ether
Detoxed
Cleaner
Flex God
Leaner
Goddess
I need her
Hot gyal
Fever
Farmer boy
Might seed her

You wanna gossip I don't have the time
How there's beef when I'm alkaline
Not checkin for them only out for ours
Masterin our new super powers
Credit check is lookin silly
Backend is a billi
Wolfgang Puck in the kitchen
Pretty face with with the thickens
No chat change positions
And when we done baby listen
Nature got me on a mission
So this is really not a dissin
I just gotta keep it pimpin
More like keep it pushin
I'll see you soon for prescriptions
Love is a drug of addiction

Bhagavad gita
Yankee Jeter
Now them all peep my Ether
Detoxed
Cleaner
Flex God
Leaner
Goddess
I need her
Hot gyal
Fever
Farmer boy
Might seed her

Bhagavad gita
Yankee Jeter
Now them all peep my Ether
Detoxed
Cleaner
Flex God
Leaner
Goddess
I need her
Hot gyal
Fever
Farmer boy
Might seed her

Blackjack hit for 2k
21 done on 2k
And I don't give a fuck who plays
And this ain't even bout games
Cool beans no Goya
I'll flex god on ya lawyer
I'll flex god on everything
So it's indifferent what the case may be
Be careful whatchu say to me
I got way more for the eye to see
Told my baby mama ride with me
Everything gon fly with me
Everything is real light to me
You should gon ride with me



Credits
Writer(s): Duane Wallace
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