switch up
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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