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Prayers over Packages
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Uh, check Ayo, ayo What get you killed fast than too much love, trust and truth? What's the difference between Malcolm, Martin and Huey Newt? Sometimes a n***a downfall is who he knew Do you view the world through wise eyes or is your mind in a hula hoop? We woke but still sold rotten fruit in pursuit of loot Tryna go from the stoop to the newest coup Smoothest criminal with elucid moves In tune with street scholars and goons Haile Selassie, art and crackpot fumes Mathematics live from where it's all about who pull the faster ratchet And cash too, but when your mask split, that's it Come from a different cloth, you n***as raggedy fabric Lacking swag, just rappity-rap sh*t Ain't raising the bar high, fall guys, be lying 'bout mob ties These n***as really givin off broad vibes It's the lord like Finesse and [?] Mind on the money often Rockin slick sh*t, the god of horsemen I said prayers over packages Hopin to God that I could sell it fast as sh*t Mommy told me "never slack off, n***a there's plenty cash to get Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it Ayo Coming up, had mad friends, close ones, homies, associates Some die, went to jail, some overdosed on opiates I been to hell and back but I'm gucci now, n***as know we lit b*t*h from Jamaica, weed from Amsterdam, the pistol Soviet You salty, so be it, you n***as won't be sh*t You copying the style of a n***a who made a style off of stolen sh*t I body you and sing ya whole condolences Black roses on ya gravesite and blunt ashes while I smoke a spliff Wondering why n***as is fiend' the f**k out, I sold them this So forever my sh*t'll always be on solar, b*t*h Supreme soloist in a Polo fit All y'all already knowin it I call my essay up and ya soul'll lift I been a hustler, that sh*t's embedded in my DNA Could sell a roach [?], the weed, headcrack and the vegan steak Well aware when I'm out there in the field, yeah I see the play Like Curtis Riley, know the world is grimy, still I keep a K (Brr) I said prayers over packages Hopin to God that I could sell it fast as sh*t Mommy told me "never slack off, n***a there's plenty cash to get Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it f**k outta here You're dead
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