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Aug 2015
Now it's time to crucify the *******
Burn em with fire throw em in ditches
Like the district attorneys
Tryna play me but didn't know I was boss
Took a lot hard hits but no yards lost
Gaining multiple positions we go for everything
Didn't have a team so I built my own dream
Get rid of my old crew and hang with a new crew I'm a black Jew
Stuck in the wild a real problem child
Ain't my fault nigguh ?
Born in ******* now I'm tryna fight
Back nigguh
Real friends turn to bustas so jealousy keeps me strapped
Shootin' game like life's full of craps
Testin lucks enticin' clucks to my duck
Cuz I got that mad flow cash flow
Never failed had no choice but to shed hell
Livin' in a jail cell
Kin to the reaper this **** creaper
As I stroll in my drop top hot as a *******
Rushin' the late night hour like I'm Chris Tucker
The stash is gold bold weak nigguh fold
And ***** ******* to haters get the black glock
Since my homies roll deep us might as well say we a flock none could block the hustle
Go for the biggest muscle
The Cia the biggest distributors
Uh the Devils gotta receipt repent from my sins
If I die from open fire will the Heavens let me in?
The pain I can't fade Tha
The stress put on this earth as a test
Slicin' necks with my rusty razor
Givin a rapid taste of a true hellrazorrr!
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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