Revelations
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I don't wanna hear from no body
Don't link me
This is the culmination of envy
And cold shoulders that cause shivers
So frigid ya heart stiff up
I don't wanna ball with niggas that let me fall
& want the ball when I get up
That's bad offense, and I will never play chum in a shark tank
This shit is Shawshank
The more I gain a free man I became
I am so far from my peak sometimes I stay awake
& don't speak just anticipate
Days where I ain't heating up the minute steak
And Minute Maid is plentiful
And racks in the intervals
I'm simple dude
Eating off menus where they don't show the price
You just know the vibes
Now the steak look like mark Henry
The calamari did numbers like gallinari
I'm having parlays you niggas still packing parties
A pack of marleys in the visu denim
Laced my baby in the see thru lenin
And she sweet as the splenda
So when she needed a spend some
She expensive she wont sniff it if it's rented
But a nigga gifted she got a mention
In my 16 on her wishlist
That's the prize she immortalized
The type of guy you can't describe with your mortal eyes
The more to life that I reference
Ain't serving life for y'all reverence
Or serving pies for no reverends
This the church here & for every penny spent
We reimburse here
You need a flow there & a verse here
Remember me like berteer
Left side strong side
Long strides on my victory lap
Never worried bout so & so
Or who is who
Cool with fools who spin blocks like rubix cube
Y'all the prototype for photo likes
That's oh so nice
I'm the archetype for talking nice
That's longevity right there
& that's y'all nightmare
Y'all spend light years stressed bout flight fare
Meanwhile I'm presidential wit no care about
The presidents I care about got cemetery whereabouts
Hit magic city like Lou will & give these bitches new will
To live & niggas new sections
To step in & get to reflecting
& get the weapon cause getting in 2nd
Aint impressing
Shout out to my cuz up in the fed still
His custom run you for ya tech like treadmills
Stand up niggas we couldn't stand still
Type of real that make appeals for they take a deal
I'm
Breathing I'm a god amongst the flawed
No of Nazareth, holes on my palms
My dead on my arms, so ahead
I seen my lineage, my family tree fruitful
Ya kin still gotta penny pinch
You reap the benefit of many men, what's more to hate
That's my two cents, here's the 48
40 nights 40 days
Only animal 1 of 1
Mama what become of son
I'm biblical with it, that's forever
You got a year or two wit it
It should be clear when you hear this