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I'm prolly someone's dodged bullet Prolly wound up in a Dodge or Buick Prolly called the cops to it, OJ Simpson did not do it Hear opinion, hop to it, all my love gon be posthumous Burn the body, hot human, hide the bullet, I'm not stupid It's not the bullet, it ain't trigger pullin', that's a nigga not in nooses I say all my leaders clueless Ye said all my leaders Jewish I know all my idols lost it I know I'm about to lose it Not nice, don't make me prove it Negro life is on my crew neck Free your mind, you are not useless, if you got it better use it If you got it, I might use you, probably wouldn't recommend me Not the guy you won't get used to, I know I probably came off friendly I assure you that shit is mutual, but swear to God, if you offend me I'll make sure the punishment's suitable Isn't life beautiful I learned if you tellin your truth in the mirror all mountains are movable I'm not a killer, but lately your faces are lookin' real shootable I imagine it happenin' and it's just business as usual Everything feels shitty, but my neighbor said that God got me We all made in his image, when I die you'll know that God shot me Omnipotent, omniscient, so it was God prolly, Big bitch in my kitchen whippin', I know that can't be Godbody I be smackin' kickflips, fuckin up the pavement I'm sportin' dope kicks, I should get an agent, they spectatin', say I ball like Calvin Cambridge, hoe I think I'm Dwayne Wade, I'ma bring them chips home Prayin' on my downfall, tell 'em split a wishbone Shorty in my call log, sayin' come home Fucked that bitch raw dog, then I dipped on, Shorty call for Allah, with her tits showin I be really out here, turn into a big dawg, I'ma crash a wedding and fuck some hoes like Vince Vaughn Ringin' the alarm, cause I'm the one they slept on Servin' up that raw frost, y'all niggas is stepped on Sparkin' up that big gas, I don't rock with Elon Loadout turned his lights off, I bet that boy don't respawn Beatin' on my chest, lil hoe, I think I'm King Kong These niggas won't catch up, I'm on that bread like dijon Everything feels shitty, but my neighbor said that God got me We all made in his image, when I die you'll know that God shot me Omnipotent, omniscient, so it was God prolly, big bitch in my kitchen whippin', I know that can't be Godbody Everything feels shitty, but my neighbor said that God got me We all made in his image, when I die you'll know that God shot me Omnipotent, omniscient, so it was God prolly, big bitch in my kitchen whippin', I know that can't be Godbody
Writer(s): Marc Stubblefield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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