Death Threats

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Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi with the raps huh
They like faster, faster, waitin' on Gak to come and act up
I'm the master, master, need a pastor, pastor
I could save ya, they gave ya, too much of the shit they made up
But I need pay stubs, my day job, just won’t do it, it ain’t enough
I want everything, not a cut, I’m gon' fuck the world wit' no rub
I’m gon' show you hoes how it feels, runnin on the wheel wit' no meals
That’s why I need bills not just mills, so I’m still filled after the bills
But know that won’t make me fulfilled, but know that won’t make me feel real
But know He’ll, heal, so fuck ya deals ya won't reel, me
I just need to be spiritualy, filled but niggas don’t feel me
So I can’t lie bro I’m guilty, cuz I delayed all the healing
And I just kept myself filthy, cuz I ain’t wanna be too clean
But I’m past all of that, I won’t run it back, I’m the sun of rap, you’ll see
They like faster, faster, when a nigga comin' thru to act up
I’m like back up, back up, don’t make a nigga blast ya, blast ya
They like Gak’s up, Gak’s up, don’t ya let the gas up, gas up
I’m the master, master, told ya that I passed ya, passed ya
They like faster, faster, when a nigga comin' thru to act up
I’m like back up, back up, don’t make a nigga blast ya, blast ya
They like Gak’s up, Gak’s up, don’t ya let the gas up, gas up
I’m the master, master, told ya that I passed ya, passed ya
I’m the maestro, idol, call a iso, cuz I know
These guys don’t, want it wit' me, want it wit' Harry, want it wit' G
Or want it wit' Pete, call the I. C. U hate, on the I. C
A. H, stay safe, vacate, don’t play play
You don’t want this work, you don’t know my pain, you don’t know my purp', man I’ve had my hurt
And I know my worth, and you got no heart underneath that shirt
Don’t care who’s first, man it could be worse, man I could be down underneath that dirt
God I’m found, I don’t need that earth, I don’t hear you birds, I don’t need that purp, I just need that verse
When I come round, shut shit down, I’m that man now, spit profound
Oh no no I don’t dumb down, not not now, hop back down
Off that throne bring the crown to Mactown, give me the keys man I might burn down
All that’s around man I’m tired of the fake, tired of the hate that they put on the browns
Tired of the browns just tearin' down browns, tired of actin like our vote really counts
Tired of the same, tired of the rounds, tired of lies that I hear out mouths
Nothin lasts forever so just let me breathe in, everything is everything, happens for a reason
Ups and downs man why we got seasons, so let me calm down fore' I commit treason
I mean it, I’m mean and, you’re decent, deceivin
All these peeps’ eyes for some views and likes
You’re too scared to fight, I’m leavin'
They like faster, faster, when a nigga comin thru to act up
I’m like back up, back up, don’t make a nigga blast ya, blast ya
They like Gak’s up, Gak’s up, don’t ever let the gas up, gas up
I’m the master, master, told ya that I passed ya, passed ya
They like faster, faster, when a nigga comin' thru to act up
I’m like back up, back up, don’t make a nigga blast ya, blast ya
They like Gak’s up, Gak’s up, don’t ya let the gas up, gas up
I’m the master, master, told ya that I passed ya, passed ya
Always on some shit
But you ain't on shit
Fuck around get hit
Fuck you