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Yeah, it go sweet taste of victory

Scrolling through my iPhone

Know they gon be pissed at me

Type of thing that I'm on

Bet they know the history

Bittersweet the by-laws

But I pray he get to you

Before it ever gets to me

Ayo my best life I ain't living yet

My God could end it all with just a word

But he ain't give it yet

That's why I'm saying grace in every verse

That's on the internet

What can I expect from the ones I ain't forgiven yet

More of the same

That's why I live it by the gang

ATG, all my members know what I'm saying

Romans 12:2 turn to scripture to a saying

And all this persecution gon turn me to super saiying

And we ain't playing

Ayo, leave it in the comment section

The mouth speaks what overflows

From the heart I'm guessing

Broken hearted watch me go for broke

My art a blessing

Filtered through my Adam's apple

Keep me humble when addressing

You anti-christ

Atoms is ample when that dude say it, go nucleic

Go off the top and toupee it

I'm off the cap, you 2-way it

The boss cost, cost more then some

Dollars for you to pay it

Candy coat when you say it

Same yesterday and today it

Sweet taste of victory

Scrolling through my iPhone

Know they gon be pissed at me

Type of thing that I'm on

Bet they know the history

Bittersweet the by-laws

But I pray he gets to you

Before it ever gets to me

Reporting live from the lion's den

They lying now, and they was lying then

It was scrolls then, and its control now

And if you don't like what you see

Then you just scroll down

And find something you see & like

Double tap and breathe the life

Right into your little idol

Pocket god, a new revival

We do what it says we wanna do

You can move your Bible

We do retail until we fail

We don't do survival

Now hold down screens when in mirrors

Baby just love yourself

Selfies, self-medicate, self-seek & self love

Protect your peace

No one or nothing ever above yourself

If life got you down pick a drug

And pick yourself up

You hate him for his beliefs

But you love him by way of art

God above him hear what he speaks

And he only gon weigh the heart

Either way I'm bringing the heat

And I'm serving it like a Butler do

The spit sell tix like J Tatum from the arch

And it's disgusting

Tell me, what is we discussing?

Cant be going back n forth with y'all

Hell bound don't even know

You hate the way I specify

But love the way iss sounding though

Don't keep your arrogance to self

Write your feelings down below