Get me out to make em

Get me out to make em I don't see no other maker I don't see no automatums you don't ever see the baker my hands God's gift and my feet I walk for Jesus nothing wrong wit smoking reffer if you got it ima see ya, I don't see ya when you be ya I see see it when I be it hide and seek been in the bleachers like white clothes in the bleach ah people needed reasons thats why God just made a season ima love em till I die until im in the sky, I can touch the sky without chu matha fuckas on my mind you just wanna talk to me cause u was barely getting by well im barely getting high because my stressers been a blessing I just hit the fucking lottery I guess I sent the message, you can study what you got in me I hope you never bother me well this my open apology but I don't know which side of me so never ask what side of me will kill you no apology never ask what side of me will heal you like im outa me Get me out to make em I don't see no other maker I don't see no automatums you don't ever see the baker my hands God's gift and my feet I walk for Jesus nothing wrong wit smoking reffer if you got it ima see ya, Get me out to make em I don't see no other maker I don't see no automatums you don't ever see the baker my hands God's gift and my feet I walk for Jesus nothing wrong wit smoking reffer if you got it ima see ya,