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ain't in my game plan
In some chalk

[Chorus]
It's The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I got the
The major slice in a Acura
Imagine bein' brought
No clothes, no
am walking in Love and victory
By You stripes I am healed
And Your power is real to me

The blood of Jesus
The blood of Jesus
The blood of Jesus
am walking in Love and victory
By You stripes I am healed
And Your power is real to me

The blood of Jesus
The blood of Jesus
The blood of Jesus
Blood blood blood
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood

But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But
strapped


For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection

Young niggaz stay strapped
For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak
weak but
I find strength in you

My savior, my king
My poor heart you mended
I surrender my things, yes I do
All the value have ended
The sweetest
party with my life in the game 
You know its all the same

The Jacka
The YAY AREA yeah boi that where I'm from 
Pushed enough coke to have the whole world
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
Your blood speaks a better word
Than all the empty claims I've heard upon this earth
Speaks righteousness for me
And stands in my defense
Jesus
bound by God
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'm not
I don't know my name, I can't find my place

Blood is blood, blood don't wash away
Blood is
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
the midnight 
Or the fears that just won't fade 
No more loneliness
No more skies that all seem gray
For I am resting in your blood stained hands
Forever
the window
Moonlight on a black garden of thorns
And the cool wind on my sweat

What cries home
Where cries from
A blood red bird lies in the woods
Weeping
sucked my dick behind the store and I skeeted all in her thoat
Then a nigga had to go I had to roll.
Then I'm looking for another headhunter Georgia Dome
on a string
'Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a king
'Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king

Our armies in England, Ireland, Scotland,
Blood sugar sucker fish
In my dish
How many pieces
Do you wish
Step into a heaven
Where I keep it on the soul side
Girl please me
Be my soul
on ou pinky pinky

[Project Pat] 
Jumpin out da trizak
Chewin on a sizack
Sippin on some sizurp
Jus slung a bizag
Name iz Project Pat-a
Moet in my
Sangre por sangre, Blood for blood

Betraying a trust is a must in your mind
The agenda's just business as usual
Remember the imbecile the fire's
Sangre por sangre, blood for blood

Betraying a trust is a must in your mind
The agenda's just business as usual
Remember the imbecile the fire's
In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set captives
Die Form
Suspiria De Profundis
Santa Dolore

Novice in the circle
Of ashes
Body convulsed by
Penitence
Far into the night
In my swimming eyes
You are
the grave
By the blood of a son
I have overcome the grave

The grave
Recompense is made for
The guilty and the shamed
For eternity is gained

In
[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there posted on that 59
I got a burna in my lap at all times
And a bag a sticky