BEWARE d'EAGLE from $TRUGGOWEEN by Bigg Homie, YUNG $LIT VEINZ & YUNG XAN$

Lord, help me suit myself with the armor You provide
And stand as a warrior, ready for the fight
As I read Your word today, make it quick and sharp
Like a mighty spirit sword cut right through the heart
Protect my mind from evil thoughts with the helmet of salvation
And with the shield of faith, guard me from temptation
I’m lacing up the shoes of peace so I can spread Good News
Help me walk the narrow way and wear the belt of truth

Yo!
It was the midnight hour
Probably ‘bout a month ago
I was sittin’ there clockin’ Zs on the couch
And I know this shit sound muthafuckin’ strange and all
But I had the wildest dream, playa
I saw a 12 muthafuckin’ foot angel
And he said, “Playa, I gots some shit you need to see”
“Put on this pair of glasses and come with me”

Devious playa, got that devilish complexion
Gang with machetes, CA$HFLOW came to wreck shit
Fuckin’ up yo’ income fo' the Compton Connection
Economic menaces, you could call it Brexit
Snatch a missionary then we hang him by his balls
Slash his fuckin’ throat with a singing saw
Make him sang like Whitney but my name Bobby Brown
My prerogative so brutal, cuttin’ crosses upside down
And what goes around comes around, playa

We the Satanic mob turnin’ Compton to Syria
Drone-strikin’ gullible motherfuckers with no experience
Lil Baphomet, assassin for hire, stackin’ Ethereum
Political piggies, Helter Skelter, that’s how I’m smearin’ him
Twisted games, stickin’ toothpicks in his ear
Then brush his teeth with a hatchet, now he Richard Ramirez
Nightstalkin’, watch me pimp-limpin’, instillin’ the fear
And sending stupid fuckboys to the essence
How ya’ feelin’, playa?
Pray tell how ya’ feelin’, playa…

Getting tired of always servin’ blues and dog food
To fiends and junkies, still not have enough when rent due
Strugglin’ hard, these food stamps are running out, too
Nobody got my back, don’t think the government do
So sick and tired of all this shit, I might take fenty buses
Put 3 up in my 40, itchin’ like a mothafucka
Noddin’ out like “Shit I OD’d twice within a month or somethin!”
Sent to rehab, got out, still poppin XAN$, I can’t be trusted

And you know none of us at CA$HFLOW MAKIN’ ME MO’ MONEY RECKIDZ can be trusted
Watch yo’ fuckin’ back, playa

And through them glasses I saw some muthafuckin’ demons
Walking the streets of Long Beach
In the jailyards to the functions, such a delicate Hellish sight to see
We saw traps be set and snitches get sprayed – they was straight blowin’ souls away
And laughin’, thrivin’ demons gracin’ MCs with magickal abilities
And they said, "If you don't fuck with CA$HFLOW MAKIN’ ME MO’ MONEY RECKIDZ”
“Then you a bum”
And Satan loves it all
You wanna know why?
(Because he won)

Are you hoping that I’m praying
As your soul keeps on weighing
The judgment of the love
That you thought was up above?
Is there no one in your world
But you?

And the last thing to say
Is you have to be afraid
Of Satan

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