Man of God
Mike Lyrics


I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up, so all in the streets can see
That's what preserves the order of things
Fear
Wake up, take another drank of mistakes
Ch-ch chase up anything to pace up, you're late
La-la laced up, that's what my dad used to say
When I was blazed up, fuck it, well that's not today-day maybe
Imma take you back to a different time
I was fucking some ho like Lil $arm did rhymes
Chilling back, eating chicken parm yo fuck swines
Any pussy fucking with me getting munched like pork rinds
And my whore's like "I just want some more likes!"
I don't think you really get this, bitch you get the .45
Remember "destined to my fate" more like "destined to the hate"
Think I need to get some difference in the message when I state
I don't hate women, nah
I just hate bitches, yeah
There's a great difference
Don't relate? You ain't what this is
So bitch maintain your business
Then demonstrate some distance


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Written by: Lil $arm

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