Sanctification Lyrics

I wouldn't know if I did have opps I opt out the bullshit

Unless they want beef then cook up, Ruth chris

AR kinda stutter, toothless

Otherwise look alive I don't know who you is

Still bump my ole shit, just like its my new shit

Used to like my ole bitch but damn I love my new bitch

Dis wrist piece, old, froze like the phone glitch

While they bomb notice Im blooming, lemme lotus

Resume fleekish, notice, dis the pro tip

Promise nucca this ain't what ya looking for go fish

The way I play my cards like I'm counting Im who the house is

Hard top Chevy Steele coming thru roof less

I be posted in the booth like I only know where the booth is

Rap alias but you ain't even know who you is

Nuccas all cap, top, on the Jewish

Spin a nucca like the rinse cycle running fluent

Spin a nucca like a late mixtape who kid

Ever catch Gee Money running he getting to it

Gee a grown man with a big kid wish list

Third row big body chevy da bitch sit six

Astafuallah, thats haram, I know what a sin is

She do too, but on her knees sacrilegious

I'm so not not religious

I line em all up like Bible Quran Torah mine, the best verse is

Yet to come I'll tag you in when I'm done

Til then sit com just like Sanford and son

I now know why I ain't got no sons

Cause picking up they slack is like fathering them

And in a life sense, hard to play father and friend

Isaac to Abraham hope you martyr to them

Fuck who got the juice now this where dem berries is from

Rapping like dis unsigned make it scary for them

Never been the type of man to debate with men

Keep it formal in ya tone might could pencil you in

We could take it anywhere fuck the state you in

I'd really hate for the law to have to stencil you in

I'll slay you with the same hands I carry you in

Make salat on the same earth I bury you in

Lay low or watch ya halo spin

G O D, give you ya wings now ain't got to wait til the end