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All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't ever a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get on webcam
I don't get sweat through a headband
You might alive,
that's 'cause you don't know you a dead man

This is God's plan, someone me
been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my
Me and Satan up in a red Ferrari
Don't be trying to put fucking arm around me
44 traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more
Carbon say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, this is hot
This is Hiroshima, this is
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking Anunnaki
With plenty hammers I'm riding shotty
Better use your manners you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've been killing niggas, still ain't nothin' though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me
They must've forgot I was up
Speed out your crib after I clean out your
shit and then put All of your fucking money in a
Fuck what you saying, I'm not the one that you play
I think they mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I just bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P that I'm on one
beat it down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I fuck with you, that's too bad (god damn)
Ho, you out like the thong song
Ain't no bygones bygones
I should murder when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched like
This is my band, I'm
All I wanna do is just bombs on
you cheerleadin' niggas the pom-poms
My Jamaica got socks on,
every I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter Piper a pepper, and I picked the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to the Beretta
Better meet the metal, need a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper what's deep of the sea of the desert
I've been scheming while I'm creeping, like feet to the Jetta
speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they ride, they gon' ride
Nigga, a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, I lied
I ain't got no fucking job, this my life, this my,

All of y'all wishy and
All y'all my in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 Tekashi
in the sand,
too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a
God got a plan,
hope that God hold your hand, I think I'm to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I'm
on my G shit and I'm back to get even
I on tour and got paid,
now I'm in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now greatness,
I'm practically and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you motherfuckas are lacking
achievement, and I've just been laughing and
to business, I got mad intentions,
I ain't perfect, I done some bad decisions
But it's competition, I'm a savage
You can have the digits, I'm a
I see you niggas, I've been lacking vision
You've been acting different, been acting distant
I'ma do some shit to me mad attention
You gon' do some shit send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your in a fire
I think my gun got a on you,
boy, you to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you wanna do?
I do that shit to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave I wanted
to, now I hit it and be aside her, woo
up on 'em when I pull up on 'em,
put that smoke up on 'em with that holy water
Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'
Man, too niggas know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed it to the Lord about it in the morning,
but I gotta 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out
I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it
be tryna give me the
runaround, shut 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon'
Nigga a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, I lied, bitch I lied
I ain't got no job, this my life, this my

is God's plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from
Evil scriptures on my body
Me and pull up in a red Buggati
Don't be tryna put your fucking arm me
the drama, it ain't hard to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO flying while I'm riding
I'm a ninja, up on a Kawasaki
187 on the behind me
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now me Papi
Plenty hammers when I'm shotty
Better use manners when you talk about me
It ain't hard to me, motherfucker
My Joyner