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Credits
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Mason Armon Capel
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Sy Brockington
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Michael Dozier
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Lyrics
Only thing that's changing
Is my feature prices
Hov was like my Jesus Christ
I want to be just like em
But if all I see is this pimpin
I'm gon repeat the cycle
Heat the cipher
Lucifers back
Might let my demon strikes you
Blasphemous
I don't even read the Bible
Down to bout three disciples
A Couple homies dead
Or 15 to lifers
Shit even talking to y'all now
It feel like I need to write em
This Peter piper
As a freedom writer
Tell that boy sick em
Still get your dog killed
Who cares if PETA like it
Playa type
I could slay his wife
For some pizza slices
How you want it
Peace or violence
I'm waiting to receive a challenge
Lost to two **** that choked
And nobody speaks about it
They don't be
Playing by the rules
But when we speak in private
**** copping pleas
Want peace
Shit I told em keep from around me
But bitch I'd rather have a check
Since y'all don't understand me
I'll wear these rappers
Around my neck
Like the port of Miami
I'm moving grams
Since I don't have a Grammy
But you scrub
I see the hoe in your family
Let's be serious
I might put some boys
In your hood
If he furious
**** can't stomp on a beat
With me period
I might throw some dick your bitch
If she curious
Got a lil leaf on her tits
She free spirited
I told you **** meet a
Goat in the flesh
That's been word to the ankh
On the throat of my neck
Need Hova's respect
This flow could put a soldier to rest
As cold as it gets
Boy I'm sicker than the Covid infest
The west side
Boy my **** stomp a
Hole in your chest
See **** trying to
Keep his composure
But they know I'm the best
Now show some respect
Nah, man fuck that
Yea
While MAC was trying to
Give respect up to Hov
I was Gpsing his home
To leave him dead on his throne
The devil controls
The next episode
That type of shit
Just don't fly around here
Unless it's a drone
He'll sell his soul
For a necklace that's gold
It's so inevitable
It's not a hobby
You ever made the money for
Your mans lawyer
After he shot somebody
That's outer body experience
Without a Molly
Built a empire like I was Gozy
I'm black as my
Road managers Maserati
I would probably
Make a living for my family
And die for it proper
Take a pistol to the Grammy's
A Glock to the Oscars
We don't call gay **** fagots
Relax my ****
We call straight **** fagots
That act like bitches
You can't cancel me
Especially when
I had questions
And you ain't answer me
They Tik Tokers
Just out dancing me
We watering this garden of Eaton
Whoever plants the seeds
Will become the man to reach
I'm so busy
Back home bumping Cam
Come home with me
Til I seen they murdered
Young Dolph in his own city
What's wrong with me
How can you **** really
Be that sick
I'm so ahead of the game
I got a PS6
I don't walk in unless we on
And you don't need that list
The main reason when I rap
**** believe that shit
Hand me my keys
But I'm a be back bitch
Say that
Sy Ari
Written by: Mason Armon Capel, Michael Dozier, Sy Brockington