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they worship shadows
i make light

false idols, and false prophets
try to sell a soul

yeah, i’ve been scribblin’ scriptures inside my notebook
hopin’ god don’t judge me by the way the smoke look
world full of screens and dreams that they program
they sell you self~esteem in a bottle with a logo stamped
money in my pocket, but it never bought me freedom
follow every trend ’til you don’t know how to be one
people pray to fame, man, that sh~t like a broken steeple
worship what they sell you whilе they profit off the peoplе

i’m the typo in the bible, the psycho with the vinyl
the side note to your idol, the pyro at the recital
got a spiral full of writings that’ll rival your revival
every line i jot down, that’s a motherf~ckin’ title
i been duckin’ false prophets, they be talkin’ like apostles
but they pockets lookin’ hostile, tryna profit off the gospel
man, they awful, i been lawful to the beat like it’s my job too
got a couple demons in me, they just doin’ what they got to

yeah i’m quick with it, flip the linguistics
150 on the dash, that’s statistics
they fictitious, i’m vicious, i’m vicious
cut a beat like a misfit
look i don’t pray to the name on the forbes
i don’t pray to the fame or the awards
i been stayin’ in my lane when it pours
you been fakin’ every chain that you wore
yeah, i been locked in, i been boxed in
flow too cold, need a toxin
jot lines like a doctrine
mind sharp, play the part, i’m unlockin’
bars heavy, make ’em sweat like a stock bin
verse fire never tired, i’m rockin
lines climb, peak higher, no stoppin’

i been the kid in the back with a pen and the pad in my hoodie
cookin’ up raps like crack in the lab
and they lookin’ like “d~mn, who the f~ck is he?”
took a couple l’s, now the win feel lovely
money on the line but the time more lovely
god on my mind but the devil still bug me
say they got crowns but they crowns look rusty
say they got fans but they fans don’t trust ’em

i been spittin’ with precision, cuttin’ lines like a prism
split the light inside my system, every bar got a schism
see the vision in collision, ain’t no cage, no prison
got the wisdom, i’m still vicious, every flow gon’ twist ’em

false idols in the glow, tryna tell me where to go
but i’m walkin’ on my own
and false idols and false prophets
try to sell a soul
it’s me
i think i’m good right here


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