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(LYRICS)
I been in the crib, lighting up that doobie.
I be in the whip, feeling like I'm in a movie.
Ain't give a fuck, if I ain't got no groupies.
Imma get a groupie, rolling up that weed.
Smoking it up till I'm goofy.
I been in the crib, dreaming bout wearing Versace.
Watch my style hoe, pouring up that rice in my bowl. 
Wit the sauce yo.
Like an animal, I be fucking wild wit my flow.
Illness be terminal, depression gonna kill me.
Illness be terrible, I feel like overdosing.
Flood at my feet, like Noah's Ark, bitch I'm chosen.
Prophecy got that shit on me, lil Moses.

Call me Lil Moses, I be on the phone wit God, said I'm chosen.
But we all know I'm on that triple six doping.
Triple sevens in my head, I be like shit.
I see angels in the sky, while I'm writing poems. (Poems)
Angels in the sky, but no one else notice. (Notice)
Imma die young, wit em holes in my stomach. (Stomach)
Acetaminophen OD, at fifteen. (Fifteen)
Still got me fucked up, I'm almost nineteen (Nineteen)
Fuck this shit bro, imma fucking pop these. (Pop these)
Light a spliff yo, causing myself problems. (Problems)
I ain't been releasing but baby I'm making progress. (Progress)

Like, like, like I'm fucking Moses
Leading generations, feel like a preacher.
Ain't go to church, I don't see no worth.
I don't know if I'm blind, or If I'm down to earth like.
Like, like, like, I'm fucking Moses. 
Leading generations, tell my fucking pastor.
He ain't ever care, he just left me in disaster.
Yung Christ, Imma die.
Like the cross, imma sacrifice.

Yuh Moses, bitch I feel chosen.
Yung Moses, y'all don't even notice
Lil Moses, tell the new Pope bitch.
He ain't holy like the dope I've been smoking.

Call me Lil Moses, I be on the phone wit God, said I'm chosen.
But we all know I'm on that triple six doping.
Triple sevens in my head, I be like shit.
I see angels in the sky, while I'm writing poems. (Poems)
Angels in the sky, but no one else notice. (Notice)
Imma die young, wit em holes in my stomach. (Stomach)
Acetaminophen OD, at fifteen. (Fifteen)
Still got me fucked up, I'm almost nineteen (Nineteen)
Fuck this shit bro, imma fucking pop these. (Pop these)
Light a spliff yo, causing myself problems. (Problems)
I ain't been releasing but baby I'm making progress. (Progress)

(CREDITS)
Main Artist: ONI WEEPING
Producer: ONI WEEPING
Lyrics: ONI WEEPING
Cover Art: ONI WEEPING

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Lil Moses (Demo)

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