FOOLS

I'm always lost in translation I'm sick of being sick and tired, sick of nasal spraying These naysayers getting fluent with these raps haters patient The world ending but I'm chilling cause my treasures set in heaven My flow a disease Your favorite rapper had his ears pierced with prudent beliefs Sinned actions devil creeping insolence in his feet My brothas pumping insulin to live a wonderful week They say I'm better causing body dropping Kill and deceased I kill them softly Mrs Lauren Dropping wagers in a foreign And I'll keep on dropping verses with my pleasing expertise Past graphs The music booming like it's Baghdad My process slow but it'll past last And if you placed me on the outside ima trespass And if you ever swimming lower then my pressure builds a system to outlast that Your last single bitch you gassed that I'll throw a blade that has my symbol I'm a masked bat I radiate some radiation need a hazmat We get the picture Jay My little league we hitting runs we called the blue jays Success was only money but I found a father who says Son Remember the fruit of the spirit