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Kodak Black

Oklama

Eckhart Tolle

And this is the big steppa

I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch

We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch

Germaphobic, hetero, and—

I am not for the faint of heart

My genetic build can build multi-universes

The man of God playing Baby Shark with my daughter

Watching for sharks outside at the same time

Life as a protective father, I'd kill for her

My son Enoch is the part two

When I expire, my children will make higher valleys

In this present moment, I saw that through

Asked Whitney about my lust addiction

Text messaging bitches got my thumbs hurt

Set precedent for a new sac-religion

Writer's block for two years, nothing moved me

Asked God to speak through me

That's what you hear now, the voice of yours truly

Teleport out my home body for comfort

I don't pass judgment, past life regressions keep me in question

Where did I come from?

I don't think like I used to

No, I don't blink like I used to

Awkward stares at everybody

See the flesh of man but still this man compare to nobody

Yesterday, I prayed to the flowers and trees

Gratification to the powers that be

Synchronization with my energy chakras

The ghost of Dr. Sebi paid it forward

Cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy, sciatica nerve pinch

I don't know how to feel

Like the first time I fucked a white bitch

The first time I fucked a white bitch, I was sixteen at the Palisades, fumbling my grades

I traveled with the team, the Apache life

Centennial was like when Ms. Baker screamed at dough boy

Mix that with Purple Rain

They interchanged the scenes

Happy just to be out the hood

With all the wealthy kids

Credit cards and family plans

She drove her daddy's Benz

I found out that he was a sheriff, that was a win-win

Because he had locked up Uncle Perry, she paid her daddy's sins

Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen

Good kid, m.A.A.d city tour

I flourished on 'em stages

Whitney asked did I have a problem

I said, "I might be racist"

Ancestors watching me fuck was like retaliation

I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch

We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch

Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic

Photoshopping lies and motives

Hide your eyes then pose for the pic

What the—

Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers

Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars

Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies

You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology

Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship?

Objectified so many bitches, I killed they confidence (What the—)

The media is the new religion, you killed the consciousness (What the fuck?)

Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments (What the fuck?)

**** killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive (What the fuck?)

If your opinion fuck around and leak, might as well send your will (What the—)

The industry has killed the creatives, I'll be the first to say (What the fuck?)

To each exec', "I'm saving your children, we can't negotiate" (What the—)

I caught a couple bodies myself, slid my community

My last Christmas toy drive in Compton, handed out eulogies

Not because the rags in the park had red gradient

But because the high blood pressure flooded the catering

So what's the difference 'tween your life when hiding motives?

What fatalities and reality brung you closure?

The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to?

We slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower

I'm a killa, he's a killa, she's a killa bitch (What the fuck?)

We some killas, walking zombies, tryna scratch that itch (What the—)

Germaphobic, hetero and homophobic

Photoshopping lies and motives

Hide your eyes then pose for the pic