Sanctification

I wouldn't know if I did have opps I opt out the bullshit Unless they want beef then cook up, Ruth chris AR kinda stutter, toothless Otherwise look alive I don't know who you is Still bump my ole shit, just like its my new shit Used to like my ole bitch but damn I love my new bitch Dis wrist piece, old, froze like the phone glitch While they bomb notice Im blooming, lemme lotus Resume fleekish, notice, dis the pro tip Promise nucca this ain't what ya looking for go fish The way I play my cards like I'm counting Im who the house is Hard top Chevy Steele coming thru roof less I be posted in the booth like I only know where the booth is Rap alias but you ain't even know who you is Nuccas all cap, top, on the Jewish Spin a nucca like the rinse cycle running fluent Spin a nucca like a late mixtape who kid Ever catch Gee Money running he getting to it Gee a grown man with a big kid wish list Third row big body chevy da bitch sit six Astafuallah, thats haram, I know what a sin is She do too, but on her knees sacrilegious I'm so not not religious I line em all up like Bible Quran Torah mine, the best verse is Yet to come I'll tag you in when I'm done Til then sit com just like Sanford and son I now know why I ain't got no sons Cause picking up they slack is like fathering them And in a life sense, hard to play father and friend Isaac to Abraham hope you martyr to them F*ck who got the juice now this where dem berries is from Rapping like dis unsigned make it scary for them Never been the type of man to debate with men Keep it formal in ya tone might could pencil you in We could take it anywhere f*ck the state you in I'd really hate for the law to have to stencil you in I'll slay you with the same hands I carry you in Make salat on the same earth I bury you in Lay low or watch ya halo spin G O D, give you ya wings now ain't got to wait til the end