[Verse 1 Dyme-A-Duzin]
This is for my rape cases
Brace faces that got pretty up in my city, where they praise Hova and jock biggie
We are not hippies
Just chop sticky and grinders just until we can find some peace of mind
Who finds these guys that are getting signed
And why's the preacher's son saying -- all the time
And if Selena Gomez used the wizardry to fly
And she visited, I hit it and sent shivers up her spine, [?]
Enough about me, how do you do?
Talking to yourself and blaming it on your Bluetooth
That was cool, dude
But ever since your partnership on Youtube, you're cookoo
Posting for a single in your new suit
I battlin' my non existent competition
My rubber's missing, my nephew's sticking his Johnson in them
I'm nastier than great grandma getting extensions
And you don't weigh half of what I'm benching (Chill)

[Chorus]
Now everybody put your left hand in the sky (Hand in the sky)
Forget about the right, 'cause everybody lies (Everybody lies)
So is it really right to put it up to God?
Knowing that we'll live a life of sin until we die ('Til we die)
So with all due respect, Mr. Most High
Are you willing to propel me?
This is my time, baby this my time
This is my time
The rebirth
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