Lyrics:
Eyeballin or math I show my work boy that's accurate
Left some work by my folks house and told him i'll be back to get it
My partner sold it im like homie
Make hustle pay and we pray for good health
If dem wan talk make dem talk
I go rise if I fall
T'oba ti ni gbagbo
Gbogbo nkan t'ole l'oma soft
on the grind I don't wanna be a failure
Hoping that I find this peace of mind I pray for
Winning in my genes, boy I'm never gonna fall (Eh)
Ain't got lotta fears
alright
I get lost sometimes
Long as I got you ima be alright
YXE to YYZ
Say you better on your own yeah that's fine by me
I'm just tryna find my love
Let us pray:
I thank you Lord for my birth and everything that's followed
I thank you Lord for today and I will pray for tomorrow
I thank you Lord
mapemi inn
Many bills on boys koselomi
Our father we've come to pray
Let the hustle pay day by day
Tinba sise lo ki majere
Mama nbe Nile kinma sunle
of Dublin city
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, want you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
Boy...
Boy Icejo
(Invincible Gimme More)
Anytime I wake in the morning
Me I gas to thank the Lord oh
This life is not by muscle
Omo we dey leave
shit slow so you don't miss it
I'm the Kiillmonger missus who read manga Viz
Big dick for a vixen chick who fix sandwiches
Took load like bandwidth her
Shape my live like clay
And my homies pray
For me, feeling great
Knowing we overtake
Anyone in the game
I know the way
And I take the ones from day
One
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they'll come lookin for me boys
And I know they'll come a-lookin for me
You got to get behind the Mule
In
to the underworld
I just pulled three phones off my uncle Earl
He ain't thinking with his brain
Glock make his onion twirl
Gunslinging on the West, I ain't Erron
demonstrations
It get's deeper by the dollar
I'm that dope boy, Harry Potter
Whippin' cain let me drive it cross the street for Cindy Crawford
Out in Deli I be
(Ohhhh owow iyeah yeah yeah)
I pray for my brother's I lost in this course
Battle stars
Fighting wars
End to start
Niggas we doing our job (Yeah)
(Ohhhh owow iyeah yeah yeah)
I pray for my brother's I lost in this course
Battle stars
Fighting wars
End to start
Niggas we doing our job
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
a sweet full of green
Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
I'm praying for H Town, yeah, yeah
Welcome to H Town
(Aye)
(Earl on the beat)
Said he wanna do a remix so I got me a verse
If lil boy keep talking shit, he bout to be on a shirt
Said I put on for my
pray for them days we just trynna get by
By
By
By
It's all a race so they hate see the pain in his eyes
But see the way I was raised I just gotta get
Still rewriting the book on tradition
True Penmen
Yahweh I pray
My Days
Get better by the minute
Tryin to move like the man whom We mirrored his
the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type
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