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Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I'm on different levels and they know
That they can come and get it if they really want the smoke
Yeah I'm seeing all these sheep around, I'm feeling like a goat
I'm the father, son, and f**king holy ghost, hallelujah

Yeah I tried to tell 'em though
I don't give a damn, still the man
They been sleeping on me like their dinner plans, tryptophan
While my diet's been nothing but Ritalin in my hand
And a half a pound of mushy's in the van, this the plan
Take the world over like Pinky and thе Brain, switching lanes
From a rapper to a boss and sh*t, they thought this sh*t's a gamе
Keep the change, got my heart on my sleeve like a liquor stain
'Cause I'm spilling while I'm sippin', every shot is in the frame
The consensus in the game is I'm relentless
Yea my skill-set is tremendous
By the time I end my sentence
They gon' know I spit that venom
Word to the web that's on my necklace
And now I'm getting plaques
sh*t I gotta go see my dentist
Pick the world up and I bench it
Don't even need a spotter
Then I'm dippin' with your wifey
Sippin' wine I made from water
Then I got her on my stick
Learned that sh*t from Harry Potter
Hit it, Quidditch, I'ma kill it
Better say some "Our Father's", holler

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