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This is the realist rhyme I ever thought in my life I love my future wife You can cut the tension with a knife Wear a mask if ur doing a heist My lines are ight But my voice is nice I'm nice I'm telling u I'm nice I'm nicer then a catholic mom reading passages out of the passive arm Word to christ My woman is a angel but on point like a caucus since im talkin about the Bible I'll bring up John the Baptist Light the whole store on fire looking for matches My girls in pain my worlds going insane Don't worry baby soon your king's going to make it rain Fuckin around I'm bored If this was 3000 years ago the peasants would be calling me my lord Only horses no such thing as an accord I'm better then most when I was in the box I battle myself and won it was like battling a ghost I learned to never lose the will in life Cause when you die it's twice as nice Shout out to the 1s that didn't live Free the ones that sit and live I hate when I give