I’m with God, I’m with God, I’m with God
Two in the blue in this black night rut sap
Ratbat dots parked tough and it’s local
Scoped my mark, the lens ain’t focal
Trap mash then tally my total
Live when I link fans giving
I knew I would global
Calliwe then came through postal
and look like
trips, man’s up coastal
Young, lit, tryna boastful
I anecdotal
it down and watching
on
Take scenes, clips
ain’t giving verbal over socials
up racks, get it?
Bag it, sell it, fly
out the side my eye
they’re blendy, dumbass
I don’t about tryna better my
meetings,
sure my brand capsize
I’m now on value
I’m at with
Went a can’t find
know about your back, but mine
You best sleep an open eye
Masked with
Do like Cooper, slight
If it bread, I ain’t batting
bread, ain’t a
The but the is
dots half
in the
Tryna make chicken and chips
chain the zip
There’s many hardships I’m coming grips
wars and bats like and
These scars
in the blue this black rut
wrapped dots, and it’s local
ain’t
Trap then tally my total
I link fans, giving out
never knew that I
it through
buds and look
For the love the bag, risk it
content’s
in trap, finished
got what need number, ding it
Bed ding
wires with
a click when it let it like
The help is dire
Two in blue this black rut
wrapped part
mutt, lens ain’t focal
Trap match, then my total
I
I never knew I would global
Cali and through
Crushed they look like opals