Lyrics:
and support they've shown (my fans)
I admit if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have never stayed strong (for them, oh)
Now I'm not trippin' on all of these
from a different soil (Lord)
Your flame too low for that water to boil
If I wasn't rappin', the calls would stop
You ain't really happy for me, you
Donnie, if you ain't loyal, you from a different soil (Lord)
Your flame too low for that water to boil
If I wasn't rappin', the calls would stop
You
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover
A passion
everyday I try to repent
They praying for bread
I prey the lord will show me my gifts
As real as it gets
I know I wasn't alone when I slipped
Had to learn
a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We
take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the
week.
together put us to sleep
Lil Baby got money so it's cool if he like to trick
It wasn't sixteen bands, though, bitch, it was only six
For kids in Philly,
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
you know, if it wasn't for him
We wouldn't be where we at today
We wouldn't be able to do any singing, anything
So I think it's about time for us
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Detroit city to be exact, but it wasn't great
You see, Dr. Taylor was raised in a single parent home
With brown colored relatives that used to call her
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
came up in this shit with me
Never spit that hustler shit, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving
And if we delay the torment for them till a determined term, they are sure to say, What keeps it back
Indeed, on the day it reaches them, nothing will
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
always come through
And if it wasn't for your saving grace
I don't know where I would be
Lord you've been good
Lord you've been good
Lord you've been
for certain
But I believe it’s true
He just had a bad case of the Hank Williams Blues
Lord when you got ‘em
You know by the pain
You’re hitting on rock
featuring Shel Rumble Harry O
[Lord Finesse]
Aw yeah I got brothers from around the way in the house you
know what I'm saying? Yo
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
made me who I am
So I’m glad it happen
Thank the lord we made it through the years
Just No it Wasn't easy
Hard time Everybody feel
And Where was my daddy
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