X - Bars Joey Bada$$ - Christ Conscious REMIX
Verse 1:

Look

People always hated, probably wanted for the taken
We Finessing from these fuckas, that's a home invasion, break in
Got some hot shit, that leave ya body steady shaken
If you think I'm whack dawg, nah, you sadly are mistaken

Keep it fucking moving, we ain't stopping for no bitches,(No)
We Keep it fucking moving, we ain't shopping for no bitches,(No)
We Keep it fucking moving, we ain't popping for those bitches,(Nah)
We ain't fucking with no lames, move the fuck up out the way
Say hold up
What the fuck he say
Nah, shit is probably soft, I'm only smoking on jays
I'm running out fast, I got the plug up on the way
We got the scale out, and we been fucking weighing all day

Oh god!
Going out like Tony Montana
But you mask yo shit up, don't get caught up on the cameras
You barley see me sipping, when I am it's out that Fanta
Future shit talking, see me pull up in pandas
Smoking this dope, and this shit is just regular
The people talking shit, but they don't wanna kill the messenger
Keep the flow going, ya I'm turning up the temperature
Always fucking hunting yo, just call me wicked predator
Bitch I got the rhymes in the back of my pocket dawg
Bullets fly by, I'm taking off like a rocket dawg
Plug that shit in, I put the metal to the socket dawg
Conduct hot shit
No my flow will never stop it dawg!
Always stay sick, with the flow I deliver
So I got them dead walking, like they zombies off of Thriller
Spitting hot shit, like they bullets from a killer
But these Semi-automatic guns, I will never need that

Trust no hoes, all they do is fucking break you
Bitches want a second chance, there was never take two
Struggle thru life, thru the rubble gotta break thru
I'm whipping up that sauce, and she baking up the cake too

Done what I've done, but they say it's never over
Not about popping, just my dreams whipping a rover
Not seeing no luck, like a 4 leaf clover
Where to hide her body to dispose her
Cuz these Bitches talking shit, I may or may, might, expose her
Fuck a freestyle, we let these real rhymes hit em dawg
Deep soul shit, I hope the devil never kills em though
Demons up inside of me, the Devils killer chiller
Open up that cage and release all that fuck shit
And ya I keep it G tho, but nah I never tuck shit
Maybe this once (HA!), or maybe, no never
If you wanna change the world, then all we do is come together
Fuck the flesh that we have, it ain't never matter
We get the pigs bacon, make the brain fucking splatter
Cuz he Killing cuz of color
I don't wanna hear another
It's 20-one seven, let us have a better summer dawg

Lyrics so sick, from beyond to probably Saturn
We tryna re-fuel, so I can go much Farther dawg
I barley ever had a father, he done had another daughter
Growing up through something to nothing is really something

Check it!

Outro:
Been thru shit, that you fuckas never visioned
Ya the holy, higher power, I'm the one that was commissioned
To spit hot shit, so my demons never listen
Listen to my spit, and the rhymes I have written
If you wanna shoot, shots, please take ya fucking aiming
I Take my automatic, like I'm tony and I'm spraying, bitch I'm saying, no delaying
Mask emotions like a robbery
Nah I'm never with that
Nah I'm never with that
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