Lyrics:
The closer I get to you, the more you make me see
By giving me all you got (Tell me more) Your love has captured me.
Over and Over
the district my drift
Swift might have missed it
Peeping thru the peephole ‘noid screaming who is it
It's Lute nigga came to pay a little visit
From the home
stacks
I like my floors flat
I’ll be collecting tour plaques
I pay my tax and
By the grace remain relaxed when it’s stressful
Like a ship, I’m a vessel
to these niggas like ace
Before she eat it she saying her grace
I love a shorty who got little faith
All of my
All of my niggas be tripping for fun
This
Just as the problem of grace
It is nothing more than a
Transposition of the first problem
How am I to be unselfish by my own power?
It becomes how am I
tried
But every time you paused my life
All those moments that I felt alone
You where right there by my side
This little light of mine I held on tight
You gave me the strength to keep fighting
And you stayed right by me
And I know it's all because of
Grace
I know it's because of
Grace
It's only
oh, I've fallen again
By which measure should I hold you
(So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my
of the things by grace oh
Every little thing by grace oh all by the grace of God oh
Everything by grace oh all of the things by grace oh
Every little thing by
of us that we love
Stand by them and stay close to them
And I say that if there'd been a couple of more a
little closer to Dr. King he wouldn't have
the love on the soil
Nothing there now can't be spoiled
Nothing of our sunshine
Now, we be getting a little sunshine
If my lovin', duh, nah, nah, no, no, no,
hate
Push me back into the world
Moving at a great pace
Maybe I just need a girl
Jump the broom
Make eight little soldiers for the war
We need more AKs
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
gangsta
Vision the canvas I paint a picture
Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga
But mines is more ghetto more guns more drugs, mostly thugs
All my
You should've got my things and sent for me
Empathy, empathize with my pathological lies
Divide that pride and split the pot
It's only by God's grace
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood niggas love my raps
They identify with me
They can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep
wants me back on his lane
But by grace i don't slack
Yeah I know what you want from me
Yeah I know what you wanna get from me
But i will give you what i
life
With more suns and bikes
And less giving Vicodin
I dream of Luther Kings speech
We need some more people writing them
And practice what I preach is
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