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Bongo By The Way Uh, got killers in the L.A. that take your life in a New York minute (New York minute) Uh, flyin' across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific, truth, uh Sinnin' every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness You are now witnessin' a God, God as my witness I think I finally realized the weight of the Law of Karma My fate in the jaw of Dharma When you know your strength, then your weaknesses are your armor Made it from beloved to hated through all the drama I had to learn from that place, you could say it's my alma mater On my way up, nigga learned to play with them scales like Amadeus Our attitude was fuck you, we gut you if you don't pay us One finger get you rolled like a layup So many faces we lost, we could make a fuckin' mosaic The game's like San Andreas Nigga die, the streets replace with another player We keep faith in chaos, knee deep, sayin' prayers Allah, Muhammad, God, Jesus, Yahweh, Isha, they all teachers Most niggas claim allegiance, but they non-believers, in practice I could be guilty of the same infractions, it's taxin' Claimin' righteousness with heinous actions That's like the spirit equivalent of invadin' taxes 'Cause the fact is, you know what's comin' back in the end I used to flow as if my ass was exempt, that was then SongtexteI realized by bein' stabbed in the back by a friend I'm cappin', I say I'm not guilty of capital sin Just look at me, on stage at the March for Our Lives With multiple gun charges, involved in homicides Look at me, crusadin' for violence against women Lyin' and cheatin' in every relationship I been in Look at me, speakin' down on a dead man's image When that's the same reason I was beefing with Akademiks No matter what we got, karma comes back to get us I kill these niggas then ask for forgiveness, Amen Uh, uh, got killers in the LA that take your life in a New York minute, truth (New York minute), truth Flyin' across the Atlantic with a bitch from across the Pacific (Across the Pacific) Sinnin' every night, every morning ask God for forgiveness (Ask God for forgiveness) I walk in his image, Allah as my witness, my witness Allah is my witness Even back when I was dead broke, I still felt rich, yeah Pistol grip pump, red scope on the KelTec, yeah Tell the truth, I'd rather be selfish than helpless I'm on a roof in the South of Spain eatin' shellfish Hello This is a free call from Swavell An incarcerated individual at Dixon Correctional Facility This call is subject to recordings and monitoring To accept this free call, press one You may start the conversation now Peace God I was buildin' in the, in the cell man, I was thinkin' about you man, so This where I'm at it, bro Remember when I hit you with that Egyptian Book of the Dead? Well, you know God I put you onto that for a reason I did that 'cause, that's you, bro That's your story Look, everything Osiris went through, that's where you at with it right now Just think about it You a world civilizer, that was lured by the industry Into your own sarcophagus Ripped to pieces by your conspirators By the media, by those jealous of you for no reason And by other demonic agents of the system Then, then you was put back together Rebuilt by Isis, your wisdom, to rule everything from the land of the dead In your case, it's the land of the mentally dead All of this happened to the God by the time he was twenty-eight You twenty-eight right now God, you feel me? And that's holy breath right there, bro Aus Songtexte Mania