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She call me jade tree |
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Cause I'm jaded while I'm blowing and a homie can see |
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I'm in a dark room, I still be sunning out the air strip |
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Planes landing on planes landing on an air blimp, shit falling in vain |
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I f**k up your shit, the come up like paradise lost |
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You seen them palm trees glitter in that paradise frost |
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I f**k up your shit, like the old testament |
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Testament to your faith that you keep me in bed |
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Sloppy voodoo with my eyes, they be nothing too special |
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But my brain fuse a pupil to the thought of the devil |
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SOS if you think SOS translate to you scared |
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But SOS stand for SUS on SUS, suspended in air |
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I'ma cut you in your flight, you a razor through clouds |
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A white light angel in a heavy weight realm |
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I f**k up your shit like Drake on xanny |
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You was sad but now you write about your thoughts on xanny |
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I'ma steep you in the water, watch a grown man squirm |
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It ain't my fault you crossed over to the spirited world |
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We walky-talky through the valley of the shadow of death |
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You gon' shadow me every move I make, you make it next |
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Don't let the way I be looking confuse up your acts |
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Judges, I'm the Genesis, Exodus come next |
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Ezra Nehemiah, homie Isaiah, Habakkuk, habitat |
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Cooking rock soup, don't let the rookie be shook |
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Lurk the dirt on the apostles and the good samaritans |
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Coming down from the pulpit with gems in the Benz |
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Daddies call me young grim 'cause my body a ghost |
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I'm looking like a female covered in Jacob's coats |
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Nike socks split open on Moses' rocks |
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They call me a Malachi, Dubai, messenger of the scribe |
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They call me Young Thug's crown, pass heritage down |
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Bobby, Whitney, Matthew, Luke and Mark |
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I'ma tell you while you at it, get a lukewarm dart |
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We gon' shoot a weak b***h with the weakest shot |
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She gon' fall from the heavens into witches' pot |
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And then we gon' say |
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Amen |
