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True Religion
They say "I know you don't do the
freestyle thing no mo' But since you do it better than e'rybody else Well, you know, fo' sho'" You know I
gotta keep it Texas though Uh, mix, tape, God, GO! I
know I'm not God, that's blasphemy, the
good news is I
don't have to be (why?) I
woulda turned the
world to a
beach resort and kick all y'all out and live happily (woo!) You see how retarded these rappers be? It's like they get off the
short bus after 3
Get Instagram, take pics with guns, snitch on yourself you rich athlete No snitch-agram cause I'm different fam, no Twitter Cham, I
don't need a
mention They always told me that money talks so that's who I
want to pay me attention (uh) Young don, never went to prom, genius kid that wouldn't leave detention When the
teacher said that I'd never blow I
said don't count my pockets 'til you see my pension I
was plottin moves, I
was carvin scriptures into the
desk That was middle school so track down the
desk and figure out the
rest (Oh yes) I
must confess, I
see you but I
am not impressed I
see a
lot of side-talkin cats that ain't talkin when they see me in flesh Cat caught ya tongue then cough up a
lung, just stick out ya hands and then hold your breath If I
want opinions I'll ask for that, just stay in your boundaries, don't overstep Back on the
porch we sat on the
steps where we all would argue 'bout who the
best And now I
sit behind suicides with the
A/C on like I'm fresh to death They ain't stars, these rappers good for like eight bars Rappers lookin like 8
balls, get in them pockets then take all These activists ain't active to me, ain't standin up for yo' fake cause Most of y'all are suspect to me, as a
pastor that just bought eight cars The
mixtape God you mixtape frauds, make sure you're hearin this carefully (listen) Even if you know that we was cool befo', you ain't got to come and give dap to me (no) It'll let them know they don't have to be the
clown next to clowns cause that's ratchety You could rap and model and own the
masons, wouldn't give a
damn 'bout yo' fashion G
You don't own the
brand, you just clone the
man, that you saw before you with it on his hand You a
grown man? (Well) Why a
grown man, starin at the
logo written on some pants? You ain't made it man, you couldn't make the
band, I
don't pay for likes, I
don't pay for fans Won't buy your music cause you're popular, cause you're actin like you're movin major grams I
say you're not, I
don't believe ya, that's superstition You say you're hot, well I
know you're not, go prove it to me, go do this mission Go douse yourself in hot gasoline, go pump some gas without even flinchin If you make it back then I'll play your raps and won't tell you're family I
thought you was missin Gave you the
game, I
thought you would listen, y'all got it twisted like a
Jewish Christian I
taught you how to diss major labels when they told you bow to they shoes and kiss 'em When you tell the
truth they'll say you was dissin; what's bein dope, got to do with stitchin? Just stay true and they'll praise you, now that's what the
hell I
call "True Religion"
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