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Jun 2021
Living life livida loca, love womens from all different sorts of chocha,
On the coast of, Costa Rica I gotta keep it real still fill knowledge to ****,
Any plot laid against my will, no longer popped the blue or red pill,
I just stay, true to myself image of god in the flesh lay on the mightiest,
Breast in the east to the west, yes I got the curse of Solomon's bless,
Too many wifey's, tryna knife me, but I focused on a higher synergy,
Baby girls chasing the world, I'm tryna show her how hell loves to curl,
Us into devious ambition, she cant see the suspensions of visions,
Deeply align, to the serpentine divine, watch the backs of the felines,
Conniving tactics, with a bitten apple, I take a toast of henny and the snapple,





Some people will hate you, and some will love you, but the ones who love you,
Quick to bury you, deeper than quick sand, understand the masterplan,
I lay destiny in my hand, flirt with her but never propose marriage to her,
Cuz she'll have you, friending for her, like the chilites or the jodeci fever,
I just leave it to ******'s, dams buildup the back woods, and control my woods,
Never did like the hoods, it's so misoverunderstood, planned parenthood,
Love to see us fry, look in they eyes,
You'll see its closed, from all the evil shadows, sunshine battles,
With the darkness, like who's the smartest, I just sit back n let my mind digest,
**** these simps and political correctness, poetically I'll still progress,
This ain't a script from Porgy and Bess, buddha monk to help my consciousness protest
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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