Fuck ya Religion
Yup ya be pimpin
Ya flock
Like a stable
i'm not
Able
To be your whore
Homie
Ya more Goldie
Than Holy
The Preacha
Is a cheatah
And use to
Beat mah
Arm Hard
With Fists
And his
rings
Sting mean
It haunts cheef
No assumption
He was punchin
My cousin
My auntie
Was his
side thing
Trust this
My dream
Is revenge
With the pen ?
Fast foward
Grandma
past ta the lord
And of course
My fam
Had this damn
Sinister minister
In front
Of the people
Ill and still
Kin confronts
Evil
Daily
Yet my tribal survival
Neglects ya bible
So pay me
No dime
I dont mind
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