Not a whole lot’s changed 
Maybe money in the bank 
They put me onto planes
keep forgetting which states 
Hittin currency exchange 
Forgot to buy myself a chain
Never pack for the rain 
Guess we only find the sun, 
Holy Ghost and the father 
Father gave me my name 
And it’s still not known
Thank god, I’d hate to see a throne 
But I’d work for a king 
Bitch, I’m heavy in my field, grab a rifle and be back in time to heal
Wake up, do it again 
Put the bezel to my dome, pull the trigger so you see just what I’m on 
Saw you diggin my grave 
I could use a little space for the women I was too busy to chase 
lace em up and go long 
Not a war painted face but my team wins rings and we still got a taste 
For the gold 
Not a whole lot’s changed x3

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