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William Gazelle Fields Jr.
William Gazelle Fields Jr.
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Uhhhh, Uhhhhh Cool They gon' unfollow me Yeah, yeah, yeah It's Aha Big step, walk Show me what you working with Way less talk, kill the scene, murder it Lotta white chalk, it ain't my fault They be throwing salt, I guess we threw 'em off Why they mad I don't know Are we bad I don't know Can we dance I don't know Can we hold hands I don't know Is it the bag I don't know Can we laugh I don't know Take off the mask I don't know Forgive the past? I don't know Baldhead, cabbage Long hair, Raditz I don't care bout status I'm with Free Barabbas Way too fly, carry on baggage Promise we the sickest Promise we the baddest If ya lookin' for perfect, you might as well keep on searching They cancel the most deserving, who are they really serving Gifts are created for stirring, not to be stagnate and burning Images made for earning, who are they really serving I want big smoke Wolfing on the net but up in person, they got strep-throat Hear they make a lot of threats but they don't ever step though Yeah, I'm a believer bout my dollars feel like Creflo They gon' say that Aha evil just because his neck glow Running your mouth you should be running through a check bro Yeah they curse me out behind my back but I'm still blessed though Tell the chauffeur park and let me out right where the guests go Go rehearse with Ruff and then we cool until the next show May rock a hoodie with some slides we don't do dress codes Yeah, we Free Barabbas but look like we signed with Death Row All the love, they showin' fake but still wish them the best though I know you don't like me but you still gon' show respect hoe Watch them prove they really Christian then reject folk Thought they'd show forgiveness but somethings that they can't let go I don't do religion wipe 'em down and disinfect those Jesus flipped the table that they want to go dissect on Always talking 'bout some Pro-Life they be dead wrong Make a post bout BLM and watch how fast they get gone What if God went ghost on you when Karen got her meth on Aha here to tell the truth, I'm not the one to rep on Say I'm not humble because I get my flex on Humbleness is in your heart quit looking at my skin tone All they do is use His Word in vain and they inject on But Aha don't fool with needles, all I want is Big step, walk Show me what you working with Way less talk, kill the scene, murder it Lotta white chalk, it ain't my fault They be throwing salt, I guess we threw 'em off Why they mad I don't know Are we bad I don't know Can we dance I don't know Can we hold hands I don't know Is it the bag I don't know Can we laugh I don't know Take off the mask I don't know Forgive the past? I don't know Came along to ride on this journey But you can't afford another sacrifice So you give your all to keep the fire burning While you ignore what's always on your
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