Ya
Ya
Ya
Uhhh Ya
Ya ya ya ya ya
Uh
One hand on the bible
The other on a razor
I shall not want
The lord is my savior
He giveth and he taketh
Therefore I don't take shit
From no man
Warrior
I deliver a postman
Harder then Conan
Up late like Conan
Trynna get it right
Like left don't exist
They trynna treat us like we don't exist
We too busy
Posting pics of a fit
Just trying to fit
In the pic they depict
Now we in a pit
Just trynna get lit
So we can burn
The album of pics
Of us in a fit
Shit we don't exist
It's you against I
Till I don't exist
I am a man
And we don't exist
We keep it trill
So we don't exist
We are extinct
So we don't exist
Just weed in my mitts
Till I'm hot in a box
And you open the lid
Gorilla in the mist
Now I'm in their mitts
A rat by the tail
That only tells tales
That we don't exist
Cuz they shattered my home
Subtracted a dad
That's simple math
I walk around mad
With crack up the ass
And glock in a stash
Trynna get cash
Till we don't exist
Lies on your lips
Death on your tongue
The truth in your gun
That we don't exist
When you look in the mirror
You only see I
You don't see we
So we will die
We can't live
Bcuz we too strong
We too bright
We hate lights
When they pull up behind
They ask why we run
Bcuz you treat us
Like we don't exist
Just weed in my mitts
Till I'm hot in box
And you open the lid
Gorilla in the mist
Now I'm their mitts
A rat by the tail
That only tells tales that we don't exist
Ya
Ya ya ya
Ya
Ya ya ya
Ya
Uhhh Ya
Ya ya ya ya ya
Uh
One hand on the bible
The other on a razor
I shall not want
The lord is my savior
He giveth and he taketh
Therefore I don't take shit
From no man
Warrior
I deliver a postman
Harder then Conan
Up late like Conan
Trynna get it right
Like left don't exist
They trynna treat us like we don't exist
We too busy
Posting pics of a fit
Just trying to fit
In the pic they depict
Now we in a pit
Just trynna get lit
So we can burn
The album of pics
Of us in a fit
Shit we don't exist
It's you against I
Till I don't exist
I am a man
And we don't exist
We keep it trill
So we don't exist
We are extinct
So we don't exist
Just weed in my mitts
Till I'm hot in a box
And you open the lid
Gorilla in the mist
Now I'm in their mitts
A rat by the tail
That only tells tales
That we don't exist
Cuz they shattered my home
Subtracted a dad
That's simple math
I walk around mad
With crack up the ass
And glock in a stash
Trynna get cash
Till we don't exist
Lies on your lips
Death on your tongue
The truth in your gun
That we don't exist
When you look in the mirror
You only see I
You don't see we
So we will die
We can't live
Bcuz we too strong
We too bright
We hate lights
When they pull up behind
They ask why we run
Bcuz you treat us
Like we don't exist
Just weed in my mitts
Till I'm hot in box
And you open the lid
Gorilla in the mist
Now I'm their mitts
A rat by the tail
That only tells tales that we don't exist
Ya
Ya ya ya
Ya
Ya ya ya
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