Lyrics:
with God.
He filleth up my cup and it overflows.
It's no joke,
Come see yourself,
See my cup is so full.
I'm the kind of sheep that's where the grass is
with God.
He filleth up my cup and it overflows.
It's no joke,
Come see yourself,
See my cup is so full.
I'm the kind of sheep that's where the grass is
miss it as a crime
Miss Mary givin' me brain
I can taste her on my tongue every single day
I got Mary on my brain why I still ain't done the dishes
Why
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
threatened by Instagram thugs
Only twitter gassed up with monopoly bands up
Shut your bitch ass up
Ain't gonna bust no guns
Part times thugs throw your
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forté makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ???, leavin' nowhere to be found but
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old
to paint a picture perfect
When the hurt hits
Knowing well that shit ain't workin'
Below surface
They can try to pull the curtain
It won't hurt shit
Know I'm
even win a dollar
I ain't givin' in to the scammin'
So, what I mean by all that
Is I ain't ever puttin' my foot forward without some quick plannin'
by my Intuition
Grippin Onna Premonition
Boy I got the Recipe
Utilize what is Givin
But my Dimonds On Glisten
Remember they ain't Listen
I guess it's
Girl (echoes)
[Dion] You make me step my game up!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Shit, cause women come, women go
Until we all mature we ain't really
never losing service
Better know that I'm headed up
I ain't even hit the surface
I turn into Samuel
Amos and Andrew
Niggas lowkey tryna kill me still
I'm
And she tells me that she's mine all mine, now
Ain't that lovin', ain't that livin'
Ain't that half the fun of givin'
Nothing's too good for my baby
And she tells me that she's mine all mine, now
Ain't that lovin', ain't that livin'
Ain't that half the fun of givin'
Nothing's too good for my baby
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
workin' for
We don't care about the bouncers comin' through the front door
Swizz Beatz, Bounty Killer givin' you the hardcore
Everybody standin' up
McDonald's
I ain't showin' you up
I ain't showin' no promises
Keep the strap nigga, had to make a promise
I'ma show that bitch up
And I'm tellin' her
In her
up, givin' all my time up
Old things, we ain't gotta go remind us
My fault, I ain't knew you was behind us
Real ones know where I'm at ain't gotta find
sobbing
Prolly cause that youngin' ain't givin up them Jordans
Police still treat us like we muthafuckin targets
It don't take much to get a hole in yo
One day, I was livin' in sin and the next day
I was livin' for Him
One day, all I did was get high til I realized
That's not the way to get by
One
'em up
I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in this truck, time to get another truck
This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus
It's
seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some
to the motherfuckin' mountaintop
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'm gon' continue to rock
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