Mac Jerm - Altars

God forgive me
Yeah
I'm a get the last sentence
Slow-walking business
Smile is money, I'm partnering with my dentist
Obstacles ain't shit, we been hopping over them fences
Replacing all my feeling with hearing, I'm losing senses nigga
You hearing different
I'm increasing attendance
Walked in with a miss
You gone walk out with her missing (That's my bitch now nigga)
Fuck I look like waiting til 60 to get pension
When I can use this pen to get 60k in a minute
All I need is an hour
I did more in less, I mean all I need is a shower
Drenched in all this sweat, I been day dreaming bout flour
Baking soda next, dry the baby bottom with powder (Better raise yo son nigga)
Talking as a step
Can't run long as you walk
Concrete is fierce and it's messages in that chalk
Ball up the receipt cause I'm using all that I bought
Call me Taysom Hill, I been throwing more than I caught (Uh huh)
Scoring numbers deceiving (Uh huh)
Getting better with seasons
Speak to my disciples they warn you about the treason
Relying on them breakfast and lunches but in the evening
(You look like you starving nigga)
Stomach growling louder, you wondering where the feeding (Ahh)
At some point the gotta leader be leading
Supporting cast support
You ain't here for another reason
4th quarter you either advance or start a new season
Saw you taking notes now go take the time out to read em
Shoulda did more read-alouds
Maybe you'd be humble (We heard you st-st-studdering nigga)
More chances to talk
Maybe you wouldn't mumble
Every time I stumbled I gathered and recollect
It's on the house if you bet
These are personal debts
You can have the money
Some shit you just can't reset
Learned that from the memory, running a PS2
Written as a letter, addressing what's overdue (I poured my heart out)
All I need to hear was one word and we could've grew
Stubborn shit, you acting cavalier when in lieu
We were superstars, I mean the three to my two
One versus a crowd, how you acting without a cue
Green out of the blue
(This the part where you take notes
Get the wax out your ears)
I'm in the great deep sea with a life vest and gold crest (I'm floating nigga)
Eggshell paint on her toes guess who I chose next (Ahhh)
Vocal with decisions I close statements and hear yes
Only time I think about with pawns is when I'm near chess
Shit I might consider a nightcap when my week is over
Might go and sharpen my skills out in Ticonderoga (I'm still working)
Check your role players, who 3 and D'ing who Sefolosha
Will never sacrifice for the quality but I'll meet the quota
How else I express the shit
Market looking shaky mean how else I invest the shit
(What else imma do with it?)
Study day and night so them exams ain't really testing shit
Why the fuck you gave up on prayers when God was blessing it
Forgive me for backsliding preparing to be a pastor
You can't teach them boys bout the afterlife til you raptured
Telling firsthand they ain't lying bout greener pastures
But fore you plant them seeds it's some shit you gone have to master
My sins say I'm rooted in hell so I repent again
Notice how you searching my name and can't find a synonym
(Can't find a fucking word nigga)
Gotta be transparent with messages, try to send again
Time ain't forgiving it took the travels of minute men
Sharing for the family, I make a living off dividends
I just traced the clues back to so and so, so it's penciled in (That's my play money)
Catch me in September, I'm coming harder than earth and wind
I done kicked my feet and got comfortable in the lion's den
47 Mothafucking 8

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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