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These nigga's trynna figure out Who I am Who I B Who I C These nigga's ain't me You cannot figure out a G I walk around on my 2 feet Represented by my toolie Cuz I don't need these fake nigga's They don't understand the big pictures There for we don't get along Like God and the devil I'mma pray wheneva for Eva Neva gon forget my master The Creator The devil's the hater Who'm cannot be greater So he enter's our minds Wheneva Foreva Trynna get God out the picture Foreva He's worshiped by masons There trynna get rid of our religions But we need to come up different Control our children We can not let our religions go missing There controlling us threw television These cameras are blinking There watching There listening soon they'll be able To know what we're thinking
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