Judgement
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•21 Sep 2022
Judgement verse 1 When I go to war am simply on returns ,cos judgment standing tall , raptures coming like the lord. have never been a fool still stand by the laws but most of u niggas still trying to get most out my guns. how bout u bring this war to ink and letters cos lyrically u ain't a match to this pen , Aston , my mum fundamentally is drive that move my pen faster than ur history. I could history with gun still do it with my pen like stew poured on the rice, this niggas scared cos the bounty on their head gets taken with a price. Gat me shooting in awe when they hoot,they cycling with pedals ,put some chains on ur gear notch and breaking u off. but I ain't gat time for bitches(money) put my soul in check its getting red aftermath victims squares bullets moving in right angles. leaving u in left in tangles ,gun shots in the air where my bangles bring in drum clearing them out. fucking my bitch and stretching them out telling how much am loving ur spouse , bitches in looking who to pound, try to get the coin out their doggy house all for that money. which is vanity on earth. how many soul did die in the past all from the drugs and so why dornt u wisen up. even for rats trying to snitch us, uwa Get tired of this pussy boys mmhm how much shit u gone get us oh lord mehn am about whizzle up okay cos this is jufgement I am that I am bout to ball in with holy swords like the lord with horse. so say ur prayers cos I burn with love and after all am still boss its sworn. but u haters all hurt with scorn ,make confession ,rapture coming like ur God foresaw. But at this moment , I trying to unite with the lord
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Judgement verse 1 When I go to war am simply on returns ,cos judgment standing tall , raptures coming like the lord. have never been a fool still stand by the laws but most of u niggas still trying to get most out my guns. how bout u bring this war to ink and letters cos lyrically u ain't a match to this pen , Aston , my mum fundamentally is drive that move my pen faster than ur history. I could history with gun still do it with my pen like stew poured on the rice, this niggas scared cos the bounty on their head gets taken with a price. Gat me shooting in awe when they hoot,they cycling with pedals ,put some chains on ur gear notch and breaking u off. but I ain't gat time for bitches(money) put my soul in check its getting red aftermath victims squares bullets moving in right angles. leaving u in left in tangles ,gun shots in the air where my bangles bring in drum clearing them out. fucking my bitch and stretching them out telling how much am loving ur spouse , bitches in looking who to pound, try to get the coin out their doggy house all for that money. which is vanity on earth. how many soul did die in the past all from the drugs and so why dornt u wisen up. even for rats trying to snitch us, uwa Get tired of this pussy boys mmhm how much shit u gone get us oh lord mehn am about whizzle up okay cos this is jufgement I am that I am bout to ball in with holy swords like the lord with horse. so say ur prayers cos I burn with love and after all am still boss its sworn. but u haters all hurt with scorn ,make confession ,rapture coming like ur God foresaw. But at this moment , I trying to unite with the lord
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