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Father God, right now I wanna thank you for the ability to rhyme, the ability to move, the ability to think right, the ability to slow, the ability to speed up, the ability to be in pocket, the ability to swag on these niggas. Swag like they could never do, swag like never been done before, nigga. Father God, so I... Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face These niggas out here starving, fakin' for a sweat, but they conscious stank Just think, we took you for a real And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off Life gave me lemons, so I made lemonade All organic y'all shit Minute Maid Life took damage, I went anyway Orbit my dick, y'all just in the way See one block, now I want plenty space Can't stop now, I been, did the race Blowing off fumes now, room leaving a lace Spent weekends where second ain't finish state Spent my third rap stuck on the interface Roll my three-fiths and a zip of haze Smoke dope with the bros out in Tennessee Come with fucks here, bitch, get away Come for the spaceship, that's my getaway I can't never fall, you can get a raise Letras de cancionesNiggas hate, leave them all with a shitty face I pray my name leave bitter taste Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face You niggas' spirits starving, give a fuck whether your conscious stank Just think, we took you for a real And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off I put my soul and this is where I existed, my own dimension No skateboard, my grind on the tens and I feel way more than I want to mention Stay lab locked, perfect my invention While they do hoes and shit for attention When I transform, the shit come with wisdom I'll turn that beef you want into ribbons What you think ain't shit with a pen Till the salt all on your face when I this, huh Give two fucks about what's it up to I feed that shit to my bitch, uh Speakin' up, are they speakin' tall to my ear? The top of my zipper Tryna write a good conversation, damn, let me finish my sentence Wake up every morning, count my blessings from my master Raise and sip my Jack and pop a xan' before I even wash my face You niggas' spirits starving, give a fuck whether your conscious stank Just think, we took you for a real And from the jump, my nigga, momma's stake Please proceed with caution, I might spazz when I'm pissed off Tell a hoe to hush, I need silence with my bitch, cold Niggas in they feelings, I don't care 'bout it, N-O Fuck a close-up nigga, I'm prepared for my lift-off From Letras Mania