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[Intro]
(Doses)
No one can serve two masters
Either you will hate the one and love the other
Or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other
You cannot serve God and money

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, countin' loot up
Where the benjies? Where the Franklins?
Blood money, drippy digits
Drug money, with trippy niggas, ayy
You a loser, you basura
We takin' losses, trust in illusion
I'm too elusive, I take like two puffs
Hеre's a rope, you know the lеdge, jump to conclusions

[Verse 1]
If I ever had feelings, I would feel bad for you
If I gave a fuck, I wouldn't give half to you
I got a full clip and I'ma give half to you
We played your mixtape, and me and her laughed at you
We on our sixth date, eating good steak, macaroons
I shattered the booth, and leave the beat black and blue
A man on the loose with nothin' exact to lose
Calamity coupe
I'd rather be drinkin' with Smoove, but I'm deader than you
Exactly what vanity proves, LSD on the new
Let's dish up the chemical, boo
Unforgettable sex, unforgiveable rules
I could better your set, time t-t-tickin', cool

[Interlude]
I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh; When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, countin' loot up
Where the benjies? Where the Franklins?
Blood money, drippy digits
Drug money, with trippy niggas, ayy
You a loser, you basura
We takin' losses, trust in illusion
I'm too elusive, I take like two puffs
Here's a rope, you know the ledge, jump to conclusions

[Verse 2]
Should've paid attention when I was in your price range
Life's a cash drop, you can't Google Map the right way
Loyalty's a rare trait
Buck-forty, shorty let you keep the spare change
Figured that's a fair trade
Guns on silent like your celly when you meet your main bae, hey
Chronic rolled, every day is Dre Day
My youngin' call me "oldhead", my cougar call me "sweetheart"
My momma call me "angel", my niggas call me "retard"
Oops, that ain't PC, politically correct
Sorry, I ain't sorry, suck my fuckin' dick
I do not believe in God no mo'
I prayed for a Lamborghini, still ain't got no car
Examined her head to toe, but still ain't found no flaw
How I shine the brightest but still I ain't no star?
But still, I'm not no star
How I shine the brightest but still I'm not no star?

[Interlude]
When distress and anguish cometh upon you, then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek upon me early

[Chorus]
Hallelujah, countin' loot up
Where the benjies? Where the Franklins?
Blood money, drippy digits
Drug money, with trippy nig-

[Outro]
They shall not find me, for that they hate knowledge, and did not use the fear of the dark

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