You are now with the bodmon clean
Ole tune make the housewife sing
Jerusalem say "Christ is King"
Babylon say "Christ is King"
Im'a take a vacay, with a Rai-k
On a plane to a slave state
Never placate to a snake on a play date
Eat a pay day, while the pilots screaming mayday
Crash in ATL on a day when the braves play
Guess it's time for a name change
Everybody arguing more of the same thing
Different diamonds on the same chain
I'm on a path with a lyrical bent
We come full circle when spirits ascend
Me and lucolo we don't make amends
I live for God and don't care who offends
Y'all live for parties and trips with your friends
Selling your souls for dead presidents
Poking with needles with out my consent
Say if I don't then I can't pay for rent
Y'all boys can't tell me nothing
I know that y'all are bluffing
Y'all still blaming Russians
But it's the globalists freedom crushing
That's why me and atlas still shruggin
I just took a Brian stelter now I'm flushing
Man the media's so disgusting
All the fact checkers still blushing
Y'all a bunch of Peter pans
Round the feeder stand
Tryna be the man
Call up Jesus when I'm in a jam
Triple AM, y'all don't understand
Ima simple man, with a sizzle pan
I apologize to my biggest fans
I had to find myself, I've been missing fam
Off the rip, like Hamilton, I'm back again
I'm In the paint like Wallace
Diamond bars they're flawless
I got karats in my pocket for my girl
She like epaulets always hanging on my shoulder
D-book my floater
I can't wait to tell God all about it, when this life is all over
I've been dreaming about this moment for a whole lifetime
Question is, this the right time?
Lord I need a lifeline
I ain't tryna be a millionaire, Your will be done in this hemisphere
I can feel your love in the atmosphere
So it's going down like a bathysphere and y'all know that's clear
I'm patient with this opus
Put the game on notice
'Bout to pop off like sodas
They gon' play this in Helotes
On the radio in the streets
Gold plates to eat
Got some free throws to make before i can ever take a seat
Disgusting, disgusting
Eww
Steev E. Gee - Slave State Lyrics
Steev E. Gee - Slave State Lyrics
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You are now with the bodmon clean
Ole tune make the housewife sing
Jerusalem say "Christ is King"
Babylon say "Christ is King"
Im'a take a vacay, with a Rai-k
On a plane to a slave state
Never placate to a snake on a play date
Eat a pay day, while the pilots screaming mayday
Crash in ATL on a day when the braves play
Guess it's time for a name change
Everybody arguing more of the same thing
Different diamonds on the same chain
I'm on a path with a lyrical bent
We come full circle when spirits ascend
Me and lucolo we don't make amends
I live for God and don't care who offends
Y'all live for parties and trips with your friends
Selling your souls for dead presidents
Poking with needles with out my consent
Say if I don't then I can't pay for rent
Y'all boys can't tell me nothing
I know that y'all are bluffing
Y'all still blaming Russians
But it's the globalists freedom crushing
That's why me and atlas still shruggin
I just took a Brian stelter now I'm flushing
Man the media's so disgusting
All the fact checkers still blushing
Y'all a bunch of Peter pans
Round the feeder stand
Tryna be the man
Call up Jesus when I'm in a jam
Triple AM, y'all don't understand
Ima simple man, with a sizzle pan
I apologize to my biggest fans
I had to find myself, I've been missing fam
Off the rip, like Hamilton, I'm back again
I'm In the paint like Wallace
Diamond bars they're flawless
I got karats in my pocket for my girl
She like epaulets always hanging on my shoulder
D-book my floater
I can't wait to tell God all about it, when this life is all over
I've been dreaming about this moment for a whole lifetime
Question is, this the right time?
Lord I need a lifeline
I ain't tryna be a millionaire, Your will be done in this hemisphere
I can feel your love in the atmosphere
So it's going down like a bathysphere and y'all know that's clear
I'm patient with this opus
Put the game on notice
'Bout to pop off like sodas
They gon' play this in Helotes
On the radio in the streets
Gold plates to eat
Got some free throws to make before i can ever take a seat
Disgusting, disgusting
Eww
Ole tune make the housewife sing
Jerusalem say "Christ is King"
Babylon say "Christ is King"
Im'a take a vacay, with a Rai-k
On a plane to a slave state
Never placate to a snake on a play date
Eat a pay day, while the pilots screaming mayday
Crash in ATL on a day when the braves play
Guess it's time for a name change
Everybody arguing more of the same thing
Different diamonds on the same chain
I'm on a path with a lyrical bent
We come full circle when spirits ascend
Me and lucolo we don't make amends
I live for God and don't care who offends
Y'all live for parties and trips with your friends
Selling your souls for dead presidents
Poking with needles with out my consent
Say if I don't then I can't pay for rent
Y'all boys can't tell me nothing
I know that y'all are bluffing
Y'all still blaming Russians
But it's the globalists freedom crushing
That's why me and atlas still shruggin
I just took a Brian stelter now I'm flushing
Man the media's so disgusting
All the fact checkers still blushing
Y'all a bunch of Peter pans
Round the feeder stand
Tryna be the man
Call up Jesus when I'm in a jam
Triple AM, y'all don't understand
Ima simple man, with a sizzle pan
I apologize to my biggest fans
I had to find myself, I've been missing fam
Off the rip, like Hamilton, I'm back again
I'm In the paint like Wallace
Diamond bars they're flawless
I got karats in my pocket for my girl
She like epaulets always hanging on my shoulder
D-book my floater
I can't wait to tell God all about it, when this life is all over
I've been dreaming about this moment for a whole lifetime
Question is, this the right time?
Lord I need a lifeline
I ain't tryna be a millionaire, Your will be done in this hemisphere
I can feel your love in the atmosphere
So it's going down like a bathysphere and y'all know that's clear
I'm patient with this opus
Put the game on notice
'Bout to pop off like sodas
They gon' play this in Helotes
On the radio in the streets
Gold plates to eat
Got some free throws to make before i can ever take a seat
Disgusting, disgusting
Eww
Writer: Steven Chesshir
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