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officialjmg - 5th horseman كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: jmg]
lord, please forgive me
for my sins
i’ve been murdering people
to try to get me a win

i’ve been all in
got this 44 i’m aiming it
right at y’all motherf-ckers’
shins

i feel the sickening whistling through my body every minute
and synonym that i’m spitting and
thinking of this f-cking image

of you, being compared to me
carefully like a canary
just weary and f-cking flapping &
carrying all this energy

[hook: jmg]
lord forgive me for all of
my demons
lord forgive me for all of my
sins (sins)

lord please forgive me
cuz i’m willing to k!ll someone just
to win (oooh)

i’ve been, in a, rut, just
way too long now
if you, know what’s, up
then, pull the, f-ck up, wow

[verse 2: jmg]
i’m the origination
y’all boys be incriminating
discriminating and a little faded
and still be aiding

each other in this sh-tting sh-t like hicks be hating city kids
excuse me if i feel a little to arrogant now

imma last longer than privileged kids
smoking california ish, and sh-t
like “does california mids exist?”

which i pick my fits and sh-t and flip the f-cking script i’m emptying this clip and sh-t until it hits the click click

i’m burning it till the wick
earning my f-cking licks
turning the other cheek
no nervousness starts to sit
elliot’s looking sick
oh this too pricey, sh-t
i’m not fronting like i’m rich
and i’m not a b-tch

[bridge: jmg]
making all this racket
i can’t sleep up in my casket
i, made you
you, are, not, in my ducking bracket aye

close my eyes don’t sleep
eat sleep scream, and dream then repeat
this the type of sh-t you’d know if you were me
i’m boutta get this bread so when i leave (please leave a message at the beep)

[verse 3: jmg]
i gain pain from raining grain on b-tches
i’m going insane
my f-cking brain is thinking thoughts on vein (ugh)

picking and sh-t it’s the slick rick sending
messages
sinking ships to the heaven man icky pr-cks for the h-ll of it

hear the ring that’s the bell and it
imma sing like a reverent and
flap my wings like a definite
veteran left me i’m better than most of you f-cking arrogants
sorry if i am carrying every feature i’m tearing it (ugh, f-ck)

i’m taking over, you think i’m high but i’m sober, i’m hijacking this f-cker, cuz this sh-t is over! (ahh!)

(you like the 4th wall break, when i mentioned the alb-m t-tle?- nah? ok f-ck it)

(-beat change-)

[verse 4: jmg]

i’m getting real and sh-t, brothas, we risking it
every biscuit in our business we got
section 80, article 12 says:
“we don’t f-ck with opps” (f-ck 12)

imma get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
and then give it all that i got
i’ve been cleaning my food off my plate
y’all just sit there n’
let it rot (let’s go)

we come from the gate (come from the gate)
when our lives’ great, no wonder they hate
we coming up out, no out date
pressure busts pipes, we ain’t got no weight

talkin, no wait
then i beat the case like oj
we off no days, th-ssa slow grind
she my new day, she my new date

get my mac back, in my backpack
spending racks racks, on this napsack
this a rap snack, just attack back
baby snap back, you -sses whack

y’all lackin lackin, i’m the cracken that been
snapping rats’ backs until their backs is flaccid (imma-)
i been attacking, this jacket is racking
me up points, like tiger george is back in

living my life, and it’s muhf-ckin triflen
i’m not wifin b-tch if she’s too excited man
shoot em on sight with the muhf-ckin rifle and
i’m so homicidal, you suicidal aye

to f-ck with me regularly
i got the energy
f-ck yo integrity
please do not mess with me

i’ve been making world hunger worse
turning this into a f-cking curse
i’m takin all the food off your plate
and then imma stuff it in my b-tch purse

yeah, you’re hungry, very nice
i just got my second’s twice
imma skirt off in my bel air
countin ticks on all my ice

[chorus: jmg]
if i had a million reasons to wish upon a star
i don’t care about myself at all
you need to consider who you
are

she’s been wishing on a star, wanna get me in her car
i don’t give a f-ck tho, i don’t give a f-ck tho
she’s been wishing on a star, wanna get me in her car
i don’t give a f-ck tho, i don’t give a, f-ck

[verse 5: jmg]
baby i make this sh-t
i don’t fake this sh-t
i just take the pic
and then race a bit

you gon face the clip
i’m maintaining slips
imma crash the whip
while you layin bricks

[verse 6: l.a.d]
got good aim with it
got hot flames with it
get no fame from this
yeah i’m main from this

we got jake in this
with no shame to spit
f-ck a basic b-tch
rip an asian cl-t

[verse 7: jmg]
b-tch the drip and sh-t will rip ya lip
i’m slippin hickeys when you lick it’s just
the mix of feeling addictive, hitting a vixen
ain’t n-body care about where your d-ck’s been

[verse 8: l.a.d]
everyone ripping my sh-t, they ain’t feeling my sh-t
they just tripping on miss
so f-ck the addicts, imma just coexist
so all of these b-tches can get off my d-ck

[outro + beat change]

- officialjmg

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