G. Steele - Sanctification

I wouldn't know if I did have opps I opt out the bullshit
Unless they want beef then cook up, Ruth chris
AR kinda stutter, toothless
Otherwise look alive I don't know who you is
Still bump my ole shit, just like its my new shit
Used to like my ole bitch but damn I love my new bitch
Dis wrist piece, old, froze like the phone glitch
While they bomb notice Im blooming, lemme lotus
Resume fleekish, notice, dis the pro tip
Promise nucca this ain't what ya looking for go fish
The way I play my cards like I'm counting Im who the house is
Hard top Chevy Steele coming thru roof less
I be posted in the booth like I only know where the booth is
Rap alias but you ain't even know who you is
Nuccas all cap, top, on the Jewish
Spin a nucca like the rinse cycle running fluent
Spin a nucca like a late mixtape who kid
Ever catch Gee Money running he getting to it
Gee a grown man with a big kid wish list
Third row big body chevy da bitch sit six
Astafuallah, thats haram, I know what a sin is
She do too, but on her knees sacrilegious
I'm so not not religious
I line em all up like Bible Quran Torah mine, the best verse is
Yet to come I'll tag you in when I'm done
Til then sit com just like Sanford and son
I now know why I ain't got no sons
Cause picking up they slack is like fathering them
And in a life sense, hard to play father and friend
Isaac to Abraham hope you martyr to them
Fuck who got the juice now this where dem berries is from
Rapping like dis unsigned make it scary for them
Never been the type of man to debate with men
Keep it formal in ya tone might could pencil you in
We could take it anywhere fuck the state you in
I'd really hate for the law to have to stencil you in
I'll slay you with the same hands I carry you in
Make salat on the same earth I bury you in
Lay low or watch ya halo spin
G O D, give you ya wings now ain't got to wait til the end

Written by:
Gregory Steele

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