Jahova

Jahova jumping up and down to this aroma
I told ya what jesus do up in that that that coma
You bogus On sundays I just flip packs to them stoners
They stoned us in penitentiaries they call them churches
They worship, a false presence thankful for my losses
I found one my pinky slipped and almost lost my balance
It’s malice all up in nyc streets fuck ya palace
I’m wilding never took anyone for granted
Stay slanted drugged out looking for my planted
Seeds for all ya needs I’ll be there with the feeds
She squeeze looking for the first one to believe
That’s me... I’m the chosen one fuck ya beliefs
I feast on these other rappers they beneath
Stay on one knee and be thankful for a God like me
I’m the D-O-G backwards flipping all up on ya mattress
A third eye bandit screaming I don’t want no actress
No acting I’m a brave heart, but scattered in this trappin
I’m snapping niggas heads off like birds walkin around just flapping
Those wings get eaten too I’m a savage this what I do
I ain’t the same lil DeDe from around the way
I got my weight up, chips on the scale and went through those gates
Paid my dues fucked a couple niggas hoes and survived my case
Scrapping metal just to have food on my plates
So I’m thankful for myself beating out those rates
Whats the age most black males see not 28
25 To life or die before they make...
It out the hood we ain’t living no good
But chaos is fair in my neck of the woods
I’m thinking of a master plan
Through the 12 disciples and the palm of my hand
I’m The 13th Disciple hanging from a ceiling fan
Such a minuscule view from a terrace so grand
Don’t forget I was the kid w/ the red colored lettermen on my black book bag
That’s that north face
Where the white man show case
The definition of my home place
Damn Man...
I was blessed in
But I didn’t even need a bless through the Drake Plan
I can wrap these rappers around my fork fam
And turn their limbs into spaghetti legs damn
Oh man Oh man ruthless aggression since 02
Back when the blues ain’t have a clue
Still rolling dice screaming GIMME THE LOOT
You a flute...
That means you blow and get played
While I’m sufficing my dividends getting paid
Imma say this once anyone can catch the fade
My jewels resemble the color jade
But money ain’t shit just like my next chick
Hear me loud and clear.. .fuck the world on my tupac shit
The names Dice Ventura
I’m on a plethora of adventures that resemble karma sutra
No excuses
Ya think so minimalistic
They call them minimalists
Well I’ll wrap ya brain around my enclose fists
Give me reparations fuck a wish
Before I catch a case that will ultimately get dismissed
Y’all a bunch of sheep better yet a bunch of fish
Don’t kill my vibe ya bishh
Flowers grow from my concrete flow
That goes to show I go for the swoop no sheryls tho
I’ve been a pimp I’ve been a caterpillar
I walk with a limp my mouth has no filter
To Pimp A Butterfly you gotta defeat ya obstacles
Better yet suck on ya mommas titty like a popsicle
Evil prophecies under ya money trees describes the root
I hit restart just to envision me playing crash bandicoot
Hit my Ric flair shit woooo
Who you?
Not me
You too sweet
Brush ya teeth