FOOLS
I'm always lost in translation
I'm sick of being sick and tired, sick of nasal spraying
These naysayers getting fluent with these raps haters patient
The world ending but I'm chilling cause my treasures set in heaven
My flow a disease
Your favorite rapper had his ears pierced with prudent beliefs
Sinned actions devil creeping insolence in his feet
My brothas pumping insulin to live a wonderful week
They say I'm better causing body dropping
Kill and deceased
I kill them softly Mrs Lauren
Dropping wagers in a foreign
And I'll keep on dropping verses with my pleasing expertise
Past graphs
The music booming like it's Baghdad
My process slow but it'll past last
And if you placed me on the outside ima trespass
And if you ever swimming lower then my pressure builds a system to outlast that
Your last single bitch you gassed that
I'll throw a blade that has my symbol I'm a masked bat
I radiate some radiation need a hazmat
We get the picture Jay
My little league we hitting runs we called the blue jays
Success was only money but I found a father who says
Son
Remember the fruit of the spirit
I'm sick of being sick and tired, sick of nasal spraying
These naysayers getting fluent with these raps haters patient
The world ending but I'm chilling cause my treasures set in heaven
My flow a disease
Your favorite rapper had his ears pierced with prudent beliefs
Sinned actions devil creeping insolence in his feet
My brothas pumping insulin to live a wonderful week
They say I'm better causing body dropping
Kill and deceased
I kill them softly Mrs Lauren
Dropping wagers in a foreign
And I'll keep on dropping verses with my pleasing expertise
Past graphs
The music booming like it's Baghdad
My process slow but it'll past last
And if you placed me on the outside ima trespass
And if you ever swimming lower then my pressure builds a system to outlast that
Your last single bitch you gassed that
I'll throw a blade that has my symbol I'm a masked bat
I radiate some radiation need a hazmat
We get the picture Jay
My little league we hitting runs we called the blue jays
Success was only money but I found a father who says
Son
Remember the fruit of the spirit
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Aispuro
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