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On my knees for a God who can hear
I can't pray to no God I can't fear
I think I should have ran me a cult
Quarterback that ho like I'm Peyton on Colts
♥♥♥♥-♥♥♥♥♥♥ yappin' 'bout me on they alt
But when I see you, it's degrees of assault
You said you see him, you catching a case?
I hope not like the one you got in your vault
'Cause that ♥♥♥♥ is shaky
Heard the church service said, "Come as you are"
So I showed up with a whole bunch of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that hate me
Told my main ♥♥♥♥♥ to stop actin' expensive
Girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as Stacy
I know that time heals wounds, but my time is money and I can't use time as saline
Pray, for all of my enemies, they either dead or hating, literally ♥♥♥♥♥♥
Lame-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ get exposed everyday
And I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him
He's not a threat, ♥♥♥♥♥, I'm on him, a vet
I hit marksman in basic, I never need training
Ayy, they make a career from hating
Ayy, they make a career from ♥♥♥♥♥♥
I ♥♥♥♥-talked my way right in