[Lyric] The Prequel (888 Producer)

I be flying in my mind a lot, Infinite
That's the time I got my eyes like to watch a lot my opps like to plot a lot
The god I got ain't having it
My angels they sum savages
They’ll make you feel your stomach split wrist slit
Watch out who you running wih
Watch out what you run up in
Everything ain't meant for you
Feds on you
Now you wanna tell rat?
Ran up in a crib shot a woman
Where the jail at? America they fail black
Yo
Music lover I'm a music lover
But more a rebel lot of rappers need they throats cut
Be Daniel hovel I’ll applaud for the birth
From the death of the curse see body bags dragged crashed in a herse
Burnt facеs of snitches
Blue suit pigs and sneak bitchеs
Smoke em while I'm rolling up some keef in it
You gon see me move
Less speech in it feet in it count me out?
Play wit me tag you up
My shooter gon bring the blickies out
Yo
I Done had enough of a lot shit
Before get into what I see
All Praises to ABBA
Thanks for being my shepard
World in wicked place
Evil circling around the people mourn
A lot succumb to it
I fear not the world I fear only the creator
Milliseconds later I see a pause in the equator
Morals don’t exist in our world
Israelite rap tandom
I feel the world fluctuates at random
I Leave’em wounded hit wit a 1-2 punch I ain’t losing
Or falling off without my words magnifying glass shatters cuz they breaking codes
They defiance hardheaded stiffnecked individuals sad placement
It’s not group outside Israelites’s equal
This will not have a sequel Judgement day is final
I’m just giving y’all the prequel before hope transpire the Bible is the whole sale
You don’t read you a whore bell
Excel off my own
Righteous is the max felt I'm gone