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[Ghostemane & Wavy Jone$:] When I go to sleep I keep a shotty at my feet Double barrel 20 gauge loaded I’m a freak I always let my paranoia get the best of me When I didn’t I was starving watchin other folks eat I’ll never lie to myself, I’ll tell the truth when it hurts Stuck in a prisoner’s cell its what the crib [?] Whether you got the Impala and in the back of a Benz You got a problem I solve it The government full of felons Bitch I’m bumpin Deicide out my grand marquise 22 chrome witta big body on them Ds I got a chica suckin me while rockin puma fleece Maybe now you get why I don’t respond to beef Well I’ve been blinded by the devil Seen the eyes of the snake Catch me cold world creepin with my nine and the shank Homicide on the rise hope my time is today I’m defined as divine [?] Take a good read of the game Learn how to play Never be one to complain The hand that be feeding you could be the one to end your life if you a snake All of you want in the game Never be workin a day Only to say When will it be my time to take this mother fuckers place Another dollar for the richer, another death for the poor I’m sick of society’s standards, left the blood at the floor Illuminati wanna rob me cause my soul ain’t cheap Fuck an otherside I ain’t got time for beef
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