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Jan 2020
Cold karats see the bunnies tryna cop Marriotts
Im chilling with horses chariot not a parrot
No repeating cycles only to my flows portals
Lord of the stars looking afar burning tar
From out of my jar mind amazed glazed
Off the purple haze sour be simply lemonade
A serenade the streets made me wicked
Stopped chasing tickets followed the Senate
Heartless since society left me apart of this
crumb of the pies see how many souls die
Tryna reach gravity but they filling the skies
With lies otherwise I still hang out with guys
with mob ties open eyes once a gun rise
Surprised quickly analyze then bake thighs
Of my girls take off her pearls til she Earl's
******* throwing up ****** her vibe throw up
mad energy I become her she becomes me
All in the family stocked with synergies
pinpoint serious this ain't a radio or cameo
Just making be known throw a dog a bone
See how many clones can't even style they own
I'm gone sparkle flash taste the sunny delight
Vitamin d no deficiency black and godly oddly
They hate my skin cuz its resonates power within
Born in a state of sin lotto pinning no ending
Since birth was a certificate it was made intricate
No dependant I'm taking back my independence

We all apart of the oil money overseas slummy
still winding deals with Saudi Arabia
I'm telling ya the love will getcha hit cha With a bow from Cupid arrows thoughts travel
Below low level frequency peeped the scenery
Since I was younging hungerin'
Game grit didn't get enough milk off my mom's ***
So my seeds have it rest of what's left chef
These lyrics with no pots golden slots
all squared away with no words to say
Chillin' at the Swiss banks like begging thanks
Of a welcome let's gassed these scums
From America to New Jerusalem
Cruising banging old school jams slams
In my 9-deuce caddy brougham mean as a ram still count grams
From a sabrina witchcraft the draft laugh
Only to unknown bring in the ozones stones
Got me buggin' holding a gem as I'm thuggin'
Smoke somethin cousin's fakers wasn't
With us from the beginning now they pitching
With no strikes still wear Cortez nikes stripes
Worn since I grab my brown uniform uninformed
By society pending charm madly induce harm
Brothers turning Cosby **** the media scenery
Tryna paint me as a bad image instantly
No facts but I'm stitching Vincent's
A blood draw of pulp fiction see kissing
Slugs from the bodies that got drugged and dugged
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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