Lyrics:
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
Christ
John 3:16
John 3:32
Double the love
And double the sacrifice
People will still ignore that price
Go off the deep end
Return to my old ways
Too many
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three
of the
Astral Gate... the portal from our world, to beyond... It is said that one who
holds the key and knows the empyreal incantation may stand within
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
On guard on God
I remember boxing in the front yard oh nah
Nobody had any headgear on our palms
Worn heavy in them sweaty 16's
Our arms more
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
lose day by day
The snake bites into its own tail
3.
Fire, the clean force of fire
Burning the life away
Heaven, sweet magic heaven
Awaits
gates
Wait for me by the heavenly gates
Wait for me by the heavenly gates
One, two, three, four
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh oh oh ohh oh oh ohh oh oh
we cumin out da gates bruh
Da realist in store December 16 what time is 5:22 in the morning
caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates
We wish
They gon' say I'm bein' brash
This my letter to the church
Yeah, this my letter to the church
Matthew 16: 27, gon' be judged by your works
You gon' be
the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never
gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will
think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will achieve, all of my dreams, ya ya
wanna brush we or step pon we shoe
You know say a true
Phenomenon three, put in the ganja
Tek out the seed
Fi all of me intelligent people
Pon di
fucc,
but,
*Hook 3*
Lord I know you know but you gotta angel on the way,
open the gates,
hope you know you gotta blessing on the way,
she was taken way
through
Warzone
I got scars on my back
And my torso
Never found Edens Gate
It was a no-show
Pouring up Actavis
'Cause I'm a Wardog
And now I'm in my zone
need me that wraith
Wont take a loss
We gone triple the gates
Taken you down
If you fuck wit my name
This really us
We don’t Do this for fame
Why
the infernal gate
That keeps my soul confined
I've remained three thousand days
Tried to return to life
Demons behind now giving chase
I have no place to hide
You already know the vibes man
It's long live Nate man, it's long live Nate out the gate man
Don't you hesitate
Hannn
I'm riding with my niggas,
Had to make a play I deal in codes just like I'm bill gates
How long did it takes who gives a fuck long as its money made
Grinding every day keep my
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