Lyrics:
another breath of life that I take
So I live it by giving it all the best for His sake
I thank God for my family, my wife and my kids
For all the love
Hurt real real bad hurt real real bad yeah
Know a hundred niggas done shot somethin' seen a hundred niggas tote it
Fold it, when a nigga they say
the real niggas
Aye put that blick down you ain't ready for that kill nigga
Mad about a hoe calling her phone while I'm still in her
And god forgive me
inspired, God breathed, a 100% security
Captive to His Word, there ain't no other
Sola Fide, in faith alone, granted by the Father
Justification from God
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
real
For real, for real
And they fucked up giving me this mother fucking autotune nigga
I swear to God I'm about to go crazy nigga
For real, for real
For
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
different Creed
Shushing all the disbelief
It’s meant to be
What God has meant for me is meant for me
Real recognize it and lifting the youth is what we
granted
Please Lord, I need your help
Many choices hundreds of voices
On my doorstep hungered by reason
I hate sitting and then crashing
Please God, help me
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
swear to God, you'll never know
Even if I live a hundred lives, I'll probably still be the same
I got so much time to make up to you, I feel like I'm
Ghost
Praying for my
Yeah I got these
I got these foes on my mind
Steady praying for them hoping God gives me my time I
Wake up in the morning asking God
life change for real
Always had a dream of stuntin'
It ain't nothing unless we runnin' shit
Just a young motherfucker with a plan
Thought I was
the train station waiting for you to drop the location
With the monk patience
Hand to hand switch modulation
Like the Six-God prayer palms have em push
above
These are the demons wearing skins, sinning, taking kids
Chasing states for years, creating fear, fake for real
Touching minds like touching mimes,
the game without me yeah it’s a catastrophe
Niggas claiming to be Gods, that’s blasphemy
Everybody wants to talk, that’s bad for me
She say you the best, I
for sum crazy like a real Nigga bitch
Fucking off a 100 that's a real nigga wish
Keep this shit a 100 sometimes real niggas split
I been missing all my
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
(Peasant)
Cause I still gotta count all these blessings (Blessings)
Cause I still gotta count all these blessings
From God (God)
Swerve by town and the whip
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
God pikin you wan disgrace o
Don't help me sir
If you go still rub am for my face o
Not by power nor by might
I dey rugged am by his grace o
If you no
idols in Canaan
The scorching, heated, statue of Moloch
Placing the screaming child into its hands
For four-hundred years
They were warned by God's
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