Immaculate Conception

Yeah

Shit is godly

Yeah, I was born

I was born in a manger

With straw and hay all around me

Little Black, balled-up baby Jesus

Baby Jesus rinse

Amen, ****

Y'all gots to feel me on this

Yes, sir, listen, look

Yeah, a God was born in a human form

Skin of brass, a head full of nappy hair, and a clueless charm

Undo a law, they tried to restrain him so he couldn't move his arms

Was born with the strength of ten men (Yeah)

So they couldn't do him harm

I'm usually calm, but every chance I get, I'm trying to prove him wrong

They try to tempt me with wicked women, jury, and Louboutin

Now you've been warned, enlightened, so now I'm writin' the new Quran (Yeah)

Was only brought here to this Earth to make sure that you informed (Let's go)

Yeah, I'm a Maverick, just like Luka Don

On the islands, driving a Rubicon, but the roof is gone

Ducking shots like Jamie Foxx, he told me to move the pawn, and

Maybe Eric's right, but tonight, I'm just a Ruthless con, and

All praises to Islam, we all stuck in that Happy Days (Facts)

I've been came out that trance, and now I'm as cool as Fonz

Game seven, race in my faith, passed me the new baton (Uh-huh)

They trying to Paul Pierce my weight (Wow)

But I couldn't lose to 'Bron

Now how a loser tell you you can't win? (How?)

How a gluttonous priest or preacher tell you you can't sin? (Damn)

They don't want to see Ran win

Why go out like a martyr

When haters, they see you walking on water and say you can't swim?

Y'all ain't gonna do a damn thing, ain't no flaws in my virtue

I'm a first-degree murderer, ain't no cause for a verse two

When I say family matters, they ain't no Laura's or Urkel

You could bet your life that Harry's the only fraud in this circle, ****

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