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I came out of my mama

Facing reality fighting reversed karma

Learning to be accepting we deal with the same drama

My president was blacker before the era Obama

My president was blacker before they murdered Osama

But look at the condition I'm grieving with heavy heart

Grieving regret speaking I curse at the same God

That I'm begging for mercy forsaking the same lot

Pay for the fame got the ignorant brain rots

Piss from the same pot we die from the same glock

Ah

The modern prophet is lacking biblical logic

Begging to differ

We just not preaching the same scripture

Fall for the hard liquor

Fall for the money figure

Fall for the body figure

In sinning you my nigga

Pray for the dark days

Pray for the days of victory drinking your Bombays

I've been at home judging the path I took wrong

I've been at home wring my wrongs in these songs

I've been at home wondering how will I pay loans

I've been at home feeling convicted I feel the distant

To the woman who love me I'm really learning to listen

Lust is on my mind

Suicidal the pastor just told me I'll be fine

Empty pockets they taking the money to built Rockets

Fuck the poor nigga your hood we still rob it

Rob it of its identity

Robbing the vote cast expecting the same charity

Empires were built on the murserous blood spilled

Pyramid raps they will not listen without bitches

Scaring the hoes music I'm fucking with my riches

Who goin buy the album when it's truth

Sacrificing the fame when I enter the dark booth

Letting my tongue lose

I'm losing another coupe

Letting my tongue lose

I'm losing another roof

Who goin buy the album when it's truth

Cut from a different cloth we not in the same suit

Who goin buy the album when it's truth

God will humble you everything you love go poof