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Jan 2020
Sittin' like ZZ at the top of the hill chills
Down my spine tryna advoid the flat line
suckas wanna test mines until they find
Themselves in a ****** situations
Sticky roll up the sticky before I split
The **** mating with bullets pull it
Triggers got off y'all new breeds is soft
Quick to call the cops once the fist drops
Stop talking **** you nothing but a *****
Counterfeit see my enemies throwing fits
leeches like honey over biscuits melting
Tracks over wax my paperstacks
Never lack since i was blessed with black
Skin followed by sin can't break the entering
Miss the pen luxury living but still giving
Back to my town word up its htown holdin' ground
You can have your crown but you'll bow down
To a more wicked sound all around pound
Of weight sitting thicker then the Denver state
Nugget missions with selected envisions
Of the commission got ya mind *******
Out thoughts painted images missing
Blank stare its a like flare traveling air
Recapture my moment break atonements
murders spent wisely choosey as the Isleys
Brothers rising over the dispute of colors


Suckas scared to cop that street life g ****
Im sitting like Lucky Luciano gang president
Still hang with my ghetto residence
Investments made from money laid
Over the bread and butters silent utters
From folks tryna lead ya into the gutters
But I learn to walk before crawls draws
Out master plot mind planned design
To even make a sight manifest to a blind
Soul sounding inclines repeats everytime
Baker's dozen *** loving first comes shoving
No fake loves
let the peace marinate the turtle doves
Let the music play on mentals preyed on
Vocals sitting once I lay on ya body honey
Oh you wanna act funny? But u was comfy
When I had the loot next to me miss me?
Naw baby save that for the choices taken
Awaken the dragons fate as I rake in
Exchangin" money crisp to a Cajun **** son
Fools thinking they came up *** they fluxed
Rims on the trucks hoes catching the bucks
Tryna race luck you end up ****** tucked
By prosperity lost my wills charity buried
Under the cemetery of the unknown caps in stone
Retrace my pace clear the skies open eyes
once i got wise red pill centralized civilized
My aching thoughts troubled and penalized
check the ties to frys
Torched to the max lay domino tracks its what we do hopping blues
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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