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5th Horseman

by Officialbm

[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 motherfuckers'
Shins

I feel the sickening whistling through my body every minute
And synonym that I'm spitting and
Thinking of this fucking image

Of you, being compared to me
Carefully like a canary
Just weary and fucking 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 kill 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, FUCK UP, WOW

I've been, in a, rut, just
Way too long now
If you, know what's, up
Then, PULL THE, FUCK 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 shitting shit 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 shit
Like “does California Mids Exist?”

Which I pick my fits and shit and flip the fucking script I'm emptying this clip and shit until it hits the click click

I'm burning it till the wick
Earning my fucking licks
Turning the other cheek
No nervousness starts to sit
Elliot's looking sick
Oh this too pricey, shit
I'm not fronting like I'm rich
And I'm not a bitch

[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 shit 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 bitches
I'm going insane
My fucking Brain is thinking thoughts on vein (ugh)

Picking and shit it's the slick Rick sending
Messages
Sinking ships to the heaven man icky pricks for the hell 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 fucking arrogants
Sorry if I am carrying every feature I'm tearing it (ugh, fuck)

I'm taking over, you think I'm high but I'm sober, I'm hijacking this fucker, cuz this shit is OVER! (AHH!)

(You like the 4th wall break, when I mentioned the album title?- nah? Ok fuck it)

(*Beat Change*)

[Verse 4: JMG]

I'm getting real and shit, brothas, we risking it
Every biscuit in our business we got
Section 80, Article 12 says:
"We don't fuck with opps" (fuck 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, thassa 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 asses 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 muhfuckin Triflen
I'm not wifin bitch if she's too excited man
Shoot em on sight with the muhfuckin rifle and
I'm so homicidal, you suicidal aye

To fuck with me regularly
I got the energy
Fuck yo integrity
Please do not mess with me

I've been making world hunger worse
Turning this into a fucking curse
I'm takin all the food off your plate
And then imma stuff it in my bitch 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 fuck tho, I don't give a fuck tho
She's been wishing on a star, wanna get me in her car
I don't give a fuck tho, I don't give a, fuck

[Verse 5: JMG]
Baby I make this shit
I don't fake this shit
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
Fuck a basic bitch
Rip an Asian clit

[Verse 7: JMG]
Bitch the drip and shit will rip ya lip
I'm slippin hickeys when you lick it's just
The mix of feeling addictive, hitting a vixen
Ain't nobody care about where your dick's been

[Verse 8: L.A.D]
Everyone ripping my shit, they ain't feeling my shit
They just tripping on miss
So fuck the addicts, imma just coexist
So all of these bitches can get off my dick


[Outro + Beat Change]