Nothing great for latter saints the sun won’t last the shade
Passed the praise to masquerade I’ll lay the ash to pray
Nigga
Cash and clay don’t agitate the pain or ask the Fade
If acts can face like answers change that hoe can crash the brakes
Like
100K a shawty paid
Ya girl done passed a lane
In past the fame I’d rather aim
To lay that path In Case
The point was centered
Around that briefness of
Your lasting praise -
To render aches
Less than casket crates
I mastered pain
Collapses the base-
Just agitate
The liquid
I should drink
Never thought
I sought to think
That things
Could mimic
Images
Mirror mirror
On the marble
I won’t topple
Less you yelling
Timber
Crawling flawless to my target
I’ve been tossing villages
Bit to caustic
Leverage offers
So the wars not costing
Arms and legs
Off edwards edge
Transmute Replace the dead
I tower bread
The stacks ahead
Of futures pensive pledge
40 acres and a pool
The mule can run the feds




Told these bastards I’d be back when I’ve blown
Half of my fans aint even black but got them tragedies going
All I write is sins in catastrophe
Apathy flowing
This disaster
just blew back like
This pack that she smoking
—
Rolled in the last of sheets
Hoping
Posted The lack of steep coasting
Catches a patch to keep going
Only these bastards seem closer
Most just a rat In Sheep’s clothing
Loaf but attach to keep social
Solely the act in peace
Notion
Motions the path i keep open
So long to the sad kids
In The sack she deep throating
Show me the act of keep focus
Slowly a pact
Do we break it back or act like we broken
Stroking
The cap til she soaking
Told me it’s atrophy
Border riding the latch
It you told me that back
Then
On air maxes
Like we be blasting new Otis
Pray we detaching like oceans
Tossed our bonds in the red grotto
This bottle we floating
She ride my cock with no Trojan