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May 2018
Yo it's ****** ****** at the front door
Dim the lights catch them spirits in a fright
I'm high as a kite super flight love chochas that tight
**** grip like pliers I'm hotter than fire
No desire to quick the game rapping Messiah
Fools reach for higher monarchy **** that G
I want the Monopoly y'all can have the money
Catching heat like it's sunny outside beautiful homicide
Now you living in the house of death
Should looked right and to the left bullets stole ya heart
Like a theft my cannons incredible like Bannon
Fools stay fannin' underground check my sound
Gotta represent third ward htown holding ground
I get around like pac everywhere packing a Glock
It don't stop got y'all in a body rock making stocks
From my paper that sails making trails
Legacy maker while y'all rumpshakers
So keep on stakin' ain't none poppin' this lick
I be a capitalist to the day I die why ask why
Only to leave in fry keep hoes hotter than an oven with a pie
Baked to a golden brown thick in round
Hit her real nice til her spliced like wire
Mackin' the illest so I'm never gone retire
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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