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Mar 2019
My heat alone could crumble the earth
Since my birth I knew my worth
Had nothing to match to only speak to
Myself when judgment a clicking
Watching the time tickin' my flesh ain't repentin'
Runnin' past the prison system
I rather see stages of death on the very last
breath I'm close to the steps
Of success so ain't chasing for less
Though many died for the dough for sho
Just to get a show and even get hoes
But I stay with a open mental
Cocked back the pistol just for others to know
I don't play no games I Al Capone lames
When ya taxes maxed to the game
Ain't no shame in my heart I knew art
Before it became apart of my energy
Ain't no reality just an illusion prodigy
Played out well no fairytales
But i see yall
Ain't living well


Looking back at my past black
History we be a mystery to society
Quietly secretly I see them studying me
The way I dress the way I finesse
Flossin' all over the beats with the test
Shot on the mic til it gets hot
And time to drop the bars that light like stars
Only roll in foreign cars see no scars
We low livin' like Escobar say y'all close
But most of y'all is far from my lane
Burning rubbers from layin' many mother's
But I ain't the papa my flows drop ya
Harder than welfare can't compare
To the skills bred that was rare
I don't really care about the fame
Just tryna leave a legacy gain
Long live the king not Elvis I'm rockin' girls pelvis
They can't escape the ******
Causing muscle spasm cataclysm
Flex my wrist so you can get alook of this
Rolex gets me more *** without a plex
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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