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rob god - apocalypse lyrics

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+n+lysis paralysis

[hook]to each his own like homes and kings’ thrones; i’m gone; i’m with the wind i’m finna win i’m off the bleachers boo. [balling n+gga]

b+tches on my line, digits on my mind, so i ask god for satisfaction and protection if i stick with you

back to the sh+t that make them n+ggas goof like missing roofs and different routes that inspire the hustle to get them different coups

if you’re itching to do what you gone do procrastination make a real n+gga invisible

[verse 1]

and they call that:

+n+lysis paralysis. put it in her bladder + that’s dialysis. life’ a hard test malice in the palace it. this a classic b+tch like one of gladys’ pips

cause this that sh+t you bump when you need motivation when everybody waiting for you to make it but you’re tanking

the day is vacant, and it’s paper to be chased. i’m up early like ferraris in a race, aye. [skrrt]

i’m up early like a foreign in a race. i’m up early like it’s sprinters at my place. i’m coming late i hope it’s food still on the plate

it’s like we’re playing without fatigue and i’m the boosted n+gga. coming back from a injury but i ain’t losing n+gga

motion motion + syracuse don’t make excuses n+gga. god is merciful but time can be illusion to get to it is the easiest way through it, n+gga

[bridge]

don’t dodge the journey ‘less it’s charges involved, and if the challenge worth the demons get the semi involved

don’t get me wrong i do intend for us to hemi them cars, but i shoebox the money and i benji the jars

i vent to my baby and she stunt on you broads, i cut through the line it need a gauze and a massage

and i got racist friends that’s hiding what they said behind the cloth, but i ain’t trippin’ i keep it pimpin’ grandview wit’ my dogs

[simultaneously]

i know they wanna dim your light, dim your light, dim your light, you’ll find a way (x2)

[verse 2]

readjust and balance it. my n+ggas luka, but i’m kristaps smackin’ sh+t

back when i was smoking backs at battison’s, they accepted me for me and that is what i’m challenged wit’

accepting me for me i can’t give up i can’t be average; on the road to greatness my hoopty ran out of gas and sh+t

and at that point, i noticed myself moving backwards. now i got that pack to flip iverson going to practice b+tch

to practice b+tch. now i got that pack to flip iverson going to practice b+tch

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