God of Hustle part 2

I'm the rap librarian I know all the flows So, I can spit this new shit Without stepping on anybody's toes I pulled the rabbit from the hat And nobody knows how they could live without having my rabbit on their lap Even when I spit into the sky my saliva forms a satellite To spy on your mind's eye The lyrics I supply When applied to your short life Might change your fucking ride Before you step off to die I got to read a little to the middle I bind the grime with the mental of a hustler's grind Grimiest of all time I bind grunge with the new rhyme I run it all together for my own mind Keep a strap because of my own kind Gotta get out of my way back into my own mind Little homie shot the arresting officer in the face now my shits an FBI case My temper is real from the overabundance of g shit I fill my head with Left the game with money Ya'll left with opinions I ride with Jesus my angels scare away your minions If I subscribe to any philosophy or ideology I want to be with Jesus with angels watching me All they try to hide revealed clarity in motion demons run from me Death is a magician and he taught me his tricks Bartending hell and I'm keeping the tips