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First things first, man, you messin' with the worst I be putting hymns in ya head, till you go to church Find ya savior, 'cause ain't nobody safe here Kids gettin' shot up at schools and even daycares They pa**in' gun laws like blunts, tamo fumando To ease the pain, no puedo olvidarlo Forgave the unforgivable, I had to keep my heart pure I've been going in, never needed validation from outsiders - I'm him And my process, is much more than you could digest This is beyond the flesh after death, where I tip the scales in my favor 'Cause my heart hеavy as a feather We could fly forеver if the sky don't fall N***as know my name rang from the slums to the stars Picked by the lord to make it out the Devil's jaw Spittin' hell when I'm on the mic until them trumpets call It's ya favorite vagabond droppin' bombs on ya lawn Sh*t's nasty, you're number two next to what I do do Pinning (Penning) flows like Voodoo So be a doll and sit still, who knew? I'd go from showering with buckets To sitting courtside watching Bron put up buckets From Warren G to Warren Buffett, you gotta love it I see a lot of kings with they crown in they back pocket, so stop it Hold your head high like you got a bloody nose, cousin It's the coast comin' I been battlin' a nocturnal mind Awake yet not awoken, sleeping at times I dream about the sunshine's embrace when I'm clouded Thoughts shrouded, doubting in my faith that once moved mountains Now won't seem to make a pebble shake Let alone lift more stones, I've thrown many My house is gla**, half full half empty I'm the fool inside, the have not tryna fill a hole I don't suppose you'll go half with me Being young and inefficient is how I would diagnose my condition But I'm back with God's navigation on my expedition Elated, narrating observations, I make in the distance Had a conversation with some wise n***as, listen You can't rest yourself to success, loved one You gotta gain dominion over your flesh, loved one It's a painful journey to be your best, loved one But you do it for the ones you love My suspicion if we each believe in ourselves We can share the same religion, praise to God And the man, the woman, and the children Hopefully see it eye to eye From the all seeing's vision To that end, I'll complete the mission One love from one Coast 24/7 on due course more leverage Through God's will, I'm more driven, my Core-vetted, huh See a vibe, look through my eyes then you'll recognize The real recognize the spiritual aesthetic once Still a n***a, my vices triggered by a b*t*h or sum'n Hit a lick, till pu**y lip speak a different tongue When desires succ*mb, my empire will come Prior to them, discipline make priority one, yeah Sh*t, touched down on earth in '96 2022, the times move quick Reminisce on where the years went and how my time spent Even tried audit the Reaper, n***a laughed at my expense, no offense Said you wouldn't change sh*t, still equate to nonsense Same sh*t, p*ssy toilet potty train ya mind, kid Milkin' up, game, sh*t'll spoil if you let it sit Word is bond, have a talk with God, make a covenant Wakin' up, 5:45 AM, alarm hit Hit the mattress, give praise, it's most high conscious Affirmation, I'm the light, I'm the way, the navigation I'm a daily demonstration that my higher self exists, like Wa**up Wazam, I don't cook up, hook up grams Leave the crack rock, Flintstone, Bamm-Bamm On mic stand, I shed light bright, no night lamp Just bright ideas that Edison would stamp Whole camp got strong ba**, we blowin' out the amp Strong faith like mustard seed, the mountains might flinch, uh uh Momma never raised a coward nor a simp Nowadays my road paved where fear has never been Coast Contra! I used to want to be a gangsta, until my homie got popped I used to wanna be a drug dealer, until, I seen they always getting caught I used to wanna be a pimp too, ooh, but then I felt love When I heard I could be anybody, I start running from who I was Like damn, I don't know who I am Not too many role models in my fam Uncle Sam came took my greens eggs and ham On my knees praying to God like A-men I don't wanna have to go put a gun in hand And do the running man for robbing for finance Go BLAM!! BLAM!! Another young man dead Don't understand how we allow this to happen Another bull killed over beef, we like lamb Slaughtered by police and people with my skin In Philadelphia, everyone Jersey is Cunningham At twelve, you understand twenty one is your life span, see Bygones can't be bygones, they just go buy guns I try to teach 'em how to Excel, they think too micro They only see as far as their Windows, I think they eyes closed They rather go buy Jordans, I wanted to be like Michael, you see I used to wanna be a ball player, but, I really never had a shot I used to want to work in law enforcement, but, I only knew of dirty cops I didn't wanna be a rapper, sh*t, I just did it just because As soon as I had put the pen down, hmm, that's when I found out who I was I am the lyrical Messiah, the one that can breath fire The rapper that will inspire, for rappers to go retire Exposing you true liars, the GOATs, they shall admire The squire that studied kings, then built his empire The one who stomp giants, my purpose was always higher To thrive and transpire, the one who will unite us To stand up Richard Pryor, 'cause n***a this is rap Real hip hop, yes, history will relapse A brother not your brother if a brother ain't got your back God really put us together, that's a fact They gonna try to break us apart, but we too attached Look how he glue Coast (Glucose) together Get rid of these Celiacs (Silly Acts) COAST
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