I got this trauma in my body Only John I'm mobbing with is the beloved Not the Gotti Bad boys, they like to party I don’t Diddy Bop or hit the Milly Wop This feeling got me feeling sorry For everybody I forgot to love 'Cause it's personal I reject the hug ’cause my daddy didn't The baggie with the crack up in it Held his hand more than me, uh And you wonder why I cap at feelings Ask forgiveness I'm back up in it with the task to finish The mission been it I bend this sentence If adjectives given magic Then this is for bunny rabbits who cap for mentions They target baby Christians Give 'em garbage to his Audience Like they name is Brenda, think it's crazy, Gnarles Barkley Or you can call it Bishop Coo coo with the juice Uh, breaking bread, bloody red Body broke for who? Said what I said You don't like it, shoot the deuce Ain't a dice game This is life, fame Ain't real, it’s a price Fangs to the right vein I ain’t healed yet Isaiah 53, yeah, I feel that Got some angels rolling with us See the wheels yet? That's Ezekiel, Peekaboo People who Teaching fools to critique the truth Getting thunderbolts like Pikachu When the reaper shoot I ain’t duckin' em Death is gains So I'm reppin' name You can’t muscle Him Bang Ooh (Juberlee) Yeah Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch a tiger by the toe If he holla, let it go If it's 'bout a dollar, I won't bother Dollars got ya throat Collars 'bout to choke Dreaming big, I'm 'bout to cop the coat Joseph got the quote Papa Doc forgot to box the goat Aerogopas folk Baccarat them boppers toxic, woah Got to watch ya nose, breathe Got a God that knows me better than I know myself Wear them red letters like some feathers Better guess the text, put death to flesh Now, ugh The funeral coming for whoever want it I'm one of them ones who done it and summoned The reaper to keep us from thinking it's up Who keeping us up A legion is feigning for Jesus to leave us The thief is the plug, the reason for blood I need 'em to feed us and meet us Don't leave it to Beaver Just leave it to Jesus The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe Never wore those I'ma put it on Shoulda tore clothes If a Pharisee scared of heresy Who the heretic? Is it jealousy? Making video after video Pointing fingers in between the ad space Watched five minutes Blinked while in it One snippet did it Guess I had planks