Ready 4
• Written by popgoesdaweasel
Feeling like God the way they look at me.
Like all of their movements be senseless.
effortlessly slice through you leaving you breathless.
Time keeps for real baby I ain't precious.
I can send your homie back up to heaven.
Back to the Lord
Girl I'm a warrior without a sword.
But I'll burn his face with a torch.
Look at me spreading peace.
Like I'm little Togepi.
I might get her wet uh amphinobi.
Uh back it up baby don't leave.
I got a couple tricks under my sleeve.
I was in the back where the noses would bleed. (ya dig?)
I already seen defeat even death can't testify me. (ya dig?)
Like a protest I attest my clean sheet. (ya dig?)
Opened a third eye like Seraphim.
Now I can see. (ya dig?)
I ask that you pledge your allegiance.
Cause baby I'm done gatekeeping.
I finished all the misleading.
Tryna takes me down for treason.
Hating on me for no reason.
Like seriously,
y'all really starting to worry me.
Never thought you looked up to me.
But yet you okay being under me.
Yet you still talking s*** you an underling.
Watching afar as your life keep on plummeting.
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popgoesdaweasel
Member since July 18 2023