yizzy 174

Last days that we living the fast lane has consisted of bad things I ain't trippin, cuz my minds on a mission to finish everything written within them prophecies given for u its obviously different/ An anomaly wit it becuz this flesh is too wicked, c'mon especially in a bitch if she sexy wit liquor, I got the recipe plus Im forging my destiny wit her n this is wisdom Sophia the name the rest of these niggas can get the stepping The Lord is my blessing testing me wit em but I be separately dealing cuz I invested in bitter winters wit brethren who want the kingdom of heaven confession gets clearer holdin up a mirror to my actions like yet u revealed it yes u feel it, but the message is spreadin spillin the tea, on the image of the beast same time killin the beat still inclined to the streets like Nas spittin a free/ But Im not gonna lie like I ain't feeling the heat peep, it gets exhausting but I ain't fittin to forfeit cuz I've been given a portion to write these things from the source n the righteous things I've been taught is the life of me goin north n that's tractor beams that Im talking Im trapped inside of New York wit this, brother stick a fork in em walking corpses call the orphanage they'll offer them cakes n oranges, this is my portion in case they showin poor sportsmanship Im walkin wit the Lord in a place only a few exalting him