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Kodak Black,

OK Lama,

Eckhart Tolle, and this is the bitch steppa.

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer bitch.

We some killers walking zombies tryna scratch that itch.

Germaphobic, heteron- I am not for the faint of heart. My genetic build can build multi-universes. The man of God playing

Baby Shark with my daughter. Watching for sharks outside at the same time.

Life as a protective father I'd kill for. My son Enoch is the part two.

When I inspire my children to make higher valleys. In this present moment I saw that through. Ask

Whitney about my lust addiction. Text messaging bitches got my thumbs hurt.

Set precedent for a new sac religion. Writer's block for two years, nothing moved me.

Ask God to speak through me. That's what you hearing now, the voice of yours truly.

Teleport out my own body for comfort. I don't pass judgment.

Past life regressions keep me in question. Where did I come from? I don't think like I used to.

No, I don't blink like I used to. Aqua stares at everybody.

See the flesh of man but still this man compared to nobody. Yesterday I prayed to the flowers and trees.

Gratification to the powers that be. Synchronization with my energy chakras.

The ghost of Dr. Sebi. Paid it forward, cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy.

Sciatica nerve pinch. I don't know how to feel.

Like the first time I fucked a white bitch.

The first time I fucked a white bitch. I was sixteen at the Palisades.

Fumbling my grades. I traveled with the team, the Apache life. Centennial was like when Ms.

Baker screamed at Doughboy. Mix that with Purple Rain, the interchange to scenes.

Happy just to be out the hood with all the wealthy kids.

Credit cards and family plans. She drove her daddy's Benz. I found out that he was a sheriff.

That was a win-win. Because he had locked up Uncle Perry. She paid her daddy's sins.

Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen. Good Kid, M. A. A. D City tour.

I flourished on them stages. Whitney asked did I have a problem.

I said I might be racist. Ancestors watching me fuck was like retaliation.

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer bitch.

We some killers walking zombies tryna scratch that itch. Germaphobic, heteron-homophobic. Photoshopping lies in motors.

Hide your eyes then pose for the pic.

Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers.

Non-profits, preachers in church, crooks and burglars.

Hollywood, corporate, and school teaching philosophies. You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology.

Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship? Objectified so many bitches,

I killed their confidence.

The media is the new religion, you killed the consciousness. Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments.

Niggas killed freedom of speech, everyone's sensitive.

If your opinion fuck around and leak, might as well send your will.

The industry has killed the creators, I be the first to say.

To each exec, I'm saving your children, we can't negotiate. I caught a couple bodies myself, slid my community. My last

Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies.

Not because the rags in the park had red gradient. But because the high blood pressure flooded the catering.

So what's the difference between your life when out in motors?

What fatalities in reality bring you closure?

The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to. Slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower.

I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer bitch.

We some killers walking zombies tryna scratch that itch. Germaphobic, heteron-homophobic.

Photoshopping lies in motors. Hide your eyes then pose for the pic