Found God

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Verse 1:
Come chill with me get high with me
Rob the Ville with me baby cry with me
Out in high school but that's a different story
Chillin with my boys but we ain't feel no glory
Was simply stuntin skipping classes
Too busy bluntin grabbing asses
Real go-getters, I swear being broke didn't fit us
As our rep got bigger I swear we saw the money figures
Got guns pulling triggers like we all about that business
Done some crazy shit I was the only witness
Rob a store on Christmas so sacrilegious
Hoes grab my muscles say they can feel that fitness
Soon we ain't stressing flick my finger she undressing
Just to easy to get her to drop her panties
Me and my homies hit up my aunties like we some vigilantes
All up in the summer riding a slummer no hummer
Thinking we was badass tho we never did wonder
I found god in a lengthy amount of time
Bands raining like a bank account full of rhymes
I ain't fuck up I threw the piece up
Ain't at peace from Greece niece named Tameka
Always smoking my brains out still in school I ain't flunk out
But I always quick to tell a pig come see what we about
 
Hook:
Bang Bang and a Skeet Skeet one time
Tell God come and listen to my rhymes
 
Verse 2:
Fuck a bitch then take her lil sister
No lackin gang shit call me Lil Mister
Rob a family was as quiet as a whisper
Raps form like blisters leave you rapping tongue twisters
Ain't on no Kansas shit on a campus like we painted that canvas bitch
Lanes switch and i'm on the right track
Bitch in the back smoking up my Cadillac
Better yet I should get a Maserati
Or be on some Mad Max shit no Tom Hardy
Everytime the gang step thru we turn up the party
And if you ain't with the crew stop acting so retarded
I ain't let you slide easy i'll let the mop talk
Have you dodging bullets Diddy Bop on the sidewalk
Bitch try to tell me i'm fake ain't with it
Yet just the other day she was dropping rakes repping Central City
I'm on a your listening too early flow
This the flow that I rarely show
Bitch standing out the back then who knocking at the front door
Trap house shit Jakes at the door fiends sleeping on the floor
How you gon explain that shit in court

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LAzY
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