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i will - trap messiah lyrics

[verse 1]
was it all good, was it really that great
p-ssed out, waking up the next day
i was beat down, cussed out, no one could help me
spit so much, pray these lungs don’t fail me
went through h-ll you can’t help me now
oh lord these mothaf-ckas gonna need help now
try to buy our freedom but we can’t buy out
this prison is the only reason we only got one mission
if you love us, your with us there ain’t no other position
got my own prison anthem
gained my own prison fandom
don’t worry, i’ll be good matter fact fantastic
hold your head in shame while i’m in the riches
it’s part of the game, f-ck you p-ssy -ss b-tches
i don’t worry about that
i don’t worry about them
if these ain’t with us, f-ck it who needs them
if these critics degrade us, f-ck it who needs them
take a shot, then another hit
your giving up the gun, while i begin to drift
three hunna for a night just to please a b-tch
runnin’ the school while i corrupt these kids
i got caught up in this city waste
city life too big for me
too many bottles of hennessy
now other rappers just sit down and listen
you played your cards but i’m the one dealin
i need time for a comeback
h-ll wasn’t on mind but i paid for that
calm down j, don’t let them in
to get a lot, you gotta give a sin
i’ll make sure your that fans never hear from you
when all seems good i hope they turn on you
you can’t sleep or even dream about it
the dream becomes a real you can’t live without it
this is my chance at redemption
this is my chance at perfection
this is for the road that couldn’t be bigger
my words are my bullets and i’m pullin’ the trigger
i know d-mn well y’all digging this sh-t
i know d-mn well ya gonna bump this sh-t
trap heaven rap lord giving what he got
at the end of the night we boutta get caught
at the end i’m giving you what i got
this one lane road, don’t see no stop
i’m giving up the soul, but y’all want more
running the game boy
k!lling your fame boy
taking the reign
while i pop champaign boy

[verse 2/beat change]
b-tch listen up, i be the best mc thats right no other
when i k!ll for the meals i be serving up for real
this ain’t no hamburger helpa
i keep it cool, don’t make a sound
i’m down to and my b-tch is bound
i’m in the trap, down another round
thats round after round, i’m f-cked up now
took three hunna pills
call it spartaconotics
sinnin’ never winnin’
sippin’ gin and tonics
in one week i spend 20 mil
they say my life should be fulfilled
usually you’d be right
but it takes codein to p-ss the night
i’m a hype man who made it big
complain a bit, but never b-tch
i show you off, i k!ll you all
i have it all, but never brag to y’all
i’m tied to the throne till i get locked up
not even for a second will i ever give it up
no murder in the biz, just murder in the benz
tell ’em calm down we all friends
pullout they guns, tell you simon says
put up your hands, now simons dead

- trap messiah lyrics

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