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whatever, as long as it pays
She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed
She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug
He said thanks for settin'
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
she 23 full blown in the mix
Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips

She down for whatever, as long as it pays
She tipped off the kids
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Oh, it's just human, human nature
We've got these appetites to serve
You must not know the first thing about human beings
We're the earth's most
And what this breeds is
God pleasers yeah fanatics for Jesus! 
Watch us come down
It's the believers who's stompin' ya town
Rippin' it for Jesus
to be ransomed by Jesus It has first place, yeah we separated in the worst ways Even physically peep how the earth quakes Separated socially, murder
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin' trust nothin'
Iron
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

[Chorus]

I play the field like Vick 
From endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like
and why
Learn from the pig's before the time

The demons recognized Jesus on sight
They screamed in fear and shook in fright
Confused in their madness, it's
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls

[Chorus]

I play the field like Vick 
From endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like
copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
And we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

Is it appetite for
slidin' on some chrome
It's long money I earn, I'm bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm
When my name was earl before the rap game
Runnin'
than the deacon 'cause it's hard to fight the urge
It's hard to live and serve when you on the Devil's turf
Sell your soul for the low with no sense
"Oh my fucking god man, ah. fucking serious"
Jesus Christ, man. already?
Man, time flies like a motherfucker."
Rise and shine!
Yet another day
copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
And we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

Is it appetite for
I love it!

Jesus, I'm jealous of it
And beyond that
Ever since my folks passed on
I haven't gone back
Goddamn, I gotta get on that

Fo!
knew it, you knew it, you blew it
But I know one better, you better pay attention
Just listen, to what I have to say
Sweet Jesus in the house, so
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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