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patrick antonian - john 3:17 lyrics

jeweled up, gold tones rollin like king cobras, street rules, a true gangsta got real morals. he was a hustla tryna make it to mogul and a snitch lay stiff in the dirt for being vocal. see revenge had em up all night w/ no fatigue murder on the mind. make the hit relocate overseas. it’s not a thing to move florida keys, the power stretch-360 degrees yao ming. locked in moving thru the belly of the beast tryna keep low key with no sleep feelin four feet deep, a hungry wolf preying on stray sheep jumping out ever since he was a kid on these streets he dummy up when it come to bull forever holding the mud that’s how he got pull. stand point eyes tucked low thru his camouflage hood, a dry snitch get the same as a rat chopped & burn like wood

guns drawn, shots in the air, the age of the enlightenment embodied by voltaire feel the energy like a fully electric chair, can’t compare or prepare for the flair, it’s the affair

he light up the sky like the ports in dubai
won’t be the first time he fell to the forces inside. there’s a soldier outside with fire all in his eyes and the only thing he knows is that his enemies dies. if you talking bout money. then you talkin bout lives
but when we speak about success
we say shoot at the skies. ahhh. the boat capsized his body is baptized. in the holy water stuck & feelin all paralyzed waiting for divine intervention what exists in the sky is his reflection. changed the patterns of tge perception. it raised
the status of all awareness

- patrick antonian lyrics

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