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letra de fed me hatred - enphamus

[intro]
(ayy, davis)
early this morning
when you knocked upon my door
early this morning

[verse]
i’m michael jordan, my b-tch cheryl miller
she drink my milk, she know i coincide with serial k!llers
i always been the one, i ain’t the two, i ain’t derek fisher
won’t give ’em time to hit the trunk, i’m just like smoke from sinners
they fed me hatred with the same spoon i was fed religion
blood on my hands just like my granny, i wasn’t cotton pickin’
it wasn’t no crane, i seen a stain, i seen a man get lifted
this sh-t my life, this sh-t i seen’ll make you sh-t your britches
cover my dough in blood, i slayed the lamb, i ain’t no warlock
you p-ss me off, i twist around your sh-t and tap your doorkn-b
know they can’t sleep for long, it ain’t no snooze on my alarm clock
didn’t ask for sh-t but love and loyalty, b-tch, that was your job
ain’t countin’ favors, i just want to feel my favors counted
i watched my daddy have a stroke after he praised and shouted
right in the church, i seen a miracle, know jesus got me
they wasn’t even at his shows or videos, his funeral crowded
they only love you when you dead, now they all in your mentions
they cried a river, i don’t wanna hear it, ’cause you had time to fix it
jb was too stuck in his ways, wish i had time to switch ’em
why everybody but me dead? was this for my attention?
god, if you listenin’, share your plan with me, i know this scripted
like all the times you showed your mercy, i c-cked my gun and risk it
but how i’m ‘posed to turn my cheek during all the times i’m tempted?
if i go down, it’s gon’ be first degree, ain’t no attempted
q5 turned twenty-two in the feds, he got a few more summers
i spit this sh-t raw as i can, ain’t have to use no condom
i take this heat everywhere i go, ain’t have to move no sauna
i knew n0body could son me, b-tch, when i lose my mama
i knew n0body could lil’ boy me when cps had took me
i’ll hug your mama then backdoor you, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t no rookie
boy, ain’t n0body done gave me sh-t, i upped my gun and took it
many men cursed to the graveyard, tryna bite the bullet
[outro]
early this morning
everything i touch turn to f-ckin’ gold, n-gga
big ettg, you know
when you knocked upon my door
mansa musa, midas touch

- enphamus

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