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I ask them for a reason of why they hate me, they got none

But I know they got a gun in their pocket

You racing against me you get outdone, outrun

Pulling down your garment so we all know you aint got none

Knives in the box you know that I am the sharpest

Come close I will splice you but entice you

They said to get paradise I had to make a sacrifice

Who knew that we would be the ones slice you and then dice you

I play my game but I don't need a jersey

I invite myself to my tourney cause there aint nobody else who is worthy

Controversy arising Lamborghini mercy

I'm the pastor and my people are the clergy

I've been living dirty think it's time to go get sanctified

They provided necessities and my people just multiplied

Last night I spit a verse the studio did suicide

Homicide was terrified the killer not identified

Haaaaa, Damn how do I this

I called myself the greatest and my clergy was like prove it

Well maybe not the greatest but the greatest of the latest

Because what you're hearing now is the drainage of the faded

Yesterday was the first time he called and said happy birthday

and all the other times he called it was always happy belated

Thursdays were the half days they used to be the best days

Now it's like everyday passes and the old ones slowly fading