Nothing great for latter saints the sun won’t last the shade

Passed the praise to masquerade I’ll lay the ash to pray

Nigga

Cash and clay don’t agitate the pain or ask the Fade

If acts can face like answers change that hoe can crash the brakes

Like

100K a shawty paid

Ya girl done passed a lane

In past the fame I’d rather aim

To lay that path In Case

The point was centered

Around that briefness of

Your lasting praise -

To render aches

Less than casket crates

I mastered pain

Collapses the base-

Just agitate

The liquid

I should drink

Never thought

I sought to think

That things

Could mimic

Images

Mirror mirror

On the marble

I won’t topple

Less you yelling

Timber

Crawling flawless to my target

I’ve been tossing villages

Bit to caustic

Leverage offers

So the wars not costing

Arms and legs

Off edwards edge

Transmute Replace the dead

I tower bread

The stacks ahead

Of futures pensive pledge

40 acres and a pool

The mule can run the feds

Told these bastards I’d be back when I’ve blown

Half of my fans ain't even black but got them tragedies going

All I write is sins in catastrophe

Apathy flowing

This disaster

Just blew back like

This pack that she smoking

Rolled in the last of sheets

Hoping

Posted The lack of steep coasting

Catches a patch to keep going

Only these bastards seem closer

Most just a rat In Sheep’s clothing

Loaf but attach to keep social

Solely the act in peace

Notion

Motions the path i keep open

So long to the sad kids

In The sack she deep throating

Show me the act of keep focus

Slowly a pact

Do we break it back or act like we broken

Stroking

The cap til she soaking

Told me it’s atrophy

Border riding the latch

It you told me that back

Then

On air maxes

Like we be blasting new Otis

Pray we detaching like oceans

Tossed our bonds in the red grotto

This bottle we floating

She ride my cock with no Trojan