No control

I come from the places of leather faces and basket cases slashing faces leaving coldcases with no traces I got Friends in low places better leave you with no faces now you're out of placement you got kidnapped by a cultic crowd that duct tape your mouth wrapped in the basement such a disgracement that you Haven trying to be saved and craving but you dug your own grave thought this is the game that God was playing didn't know who I was didn't know who has love for the first seed that was made up above

God don't play when it comes to my name you test the hand of faith and then you test your fate independent crate I'll visit you at your weight cuz I've been awake

I'm more blessed than I deserve to be I'm more woke than I hoped to be I'm more blessed than I deserve to be I'm more woke than I hoped to see

I've been right back after the solo getting my right stacks flipping them like rolos exposing the foes that ripped off my dough man they didn't know that they was getting exposed let them floating down the river in a boat feeling all broken as they shiver down the river and stroll there's a quiver in their liver that holds the murders of old souls but now they're all looking like old trolls smelling like old mold