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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Malachi Myrthil
Michael Malachi Myrthil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer

Lyrics

I pray that them **** rest in peace
If he G.O.S.A, make that **** go to sleep
**** talking on the gram like a G
When them **** on his head make him mute like Google Meet
Black feathers on my cream bedsheets
Get my angel on a **** sip 'em down, Pepsi
I'm a god, I control the seven seas
Bitch I'm moving Poseidon, Lando move like Percy
I pray that them **** rest in peace
If he G.O.S.A, make that **** go to sleep
**** talking on the gram like a G
When them **** on his head make him mute like Google Meet
Black feathers on my cream bedsheets
Get my angel on a **** sip 'em down, Pepsi
I'm a god, I control the seven seas
Bitch I'm moving Poseidon, never signing only thriving
That bitch riding on my dick just like a speed boat
16, how the hell is that lil girl a nympho
"Michael, you so childish" I am no Gambino
**** wanna square up, but I'm pressing it to reload
Boom in the head
**** where ya moms at
Tryna find her bed
Big bitch, thighs like the size of my head
Crush me, girl I wanna end up dead
Told me that she hate me it turn on me instead
Girl I need you, I want you
Give it a week, I'll forget that I want you
Don't gotta try, I walk up to and talk to
You and your guy, you both looked when I walked through
Goddamn fuck you kid
People really hate when I flow like this
But I can't be mad, I'd be pissed
"That a kid at 17 making more hits than I ever did"
I pray that hem **** rest in peace
If he G.O.S.A, make that **** go to sleep
**** talking on the gram like a G
When them **** on his head make him mute like Google Meet
Black feathers on my cream bedsheets
Get my angel on a **** sip 'em down, Pepsi
I'm a god, I control the seven seas
Bitch I'm moving Poseidon, Lando move like Percy (yeah)
Pull up deep, choppa finna have a feast
I been working on this music, I don't get no time to eat
I'm from Boston where this shit ain't never sweet
If these **** still sleep I'ma hit 'em in they dreams
Bitch I'm in a bad mood so I tote a death scythe
Gotcha moving left, right, bullets make you step right
Dead man walking, I just stepped out my sarcophagus
Posted with some misfits, raising hell in your metropolis
Damn, I think I really need her
I'ma need a fat stack if you want a feature
Taking all these drugs, it might send me to the reaper
Man I'm so demonic, turn a shooter to a preacher
It must be my Neena
I pray that them **** rest in peace
Damn, what was that?
I pray that...
Oh, how did I forget the hook about all my...
I pray that them **** rest in peace
If he G.O.S.A, make that **** go to sleep
**** talking on the gram like a G
When them **** on his head make him mute like Google Meet
Black feathers on my cream bedsheets
Get my angel on a **** sip 'em down, Pepsi
I'm a god, I control the seven seas
Bitch I'm moving Poseidon, Lando move like Percy
Written by: Michael Malachi Myrthil
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