Lyrics:
I'm preaching' that this life is all we need
Better yet yeah it's all we know
So you can stand by your beliefs
Just don't ever take a soul
If I said it
Glory, Glory, Glory by inspiration
It's Leslie, all my haters tryna stop me
I'm in speed mode
It's all about the souls
So we are getting them saved o
See
Cannot wait for that night
But for now Imma stay focused
Don't live for me and don't live in the moment
Servin' a kingdom nobody can see but I know that
artists
That I see myself in
Those the building blocks
That Imma use
To ma Devlpment
From being Melodic like lauryn hill
Not rappin all of the time
But
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
Short Dogg's on the mic spitting real shit
Seen my videos lately got my greal fix
I smoke a lot of weed but don't deal the dope
>From the Eastside
They don't want me to win, they don't want me to eat
They don't want to see a young black man succeed
They don't want to see me take my brothers
Capital Rice
And then by worshiping make the hands in the capital rise
The God I serve the G is capitalised
He no dey fail, no cap got ma eye on the prize
Down Gang)
Look (damn)
We don't condone in drive-by's (baow, baow)
We on the opps side (yeah)
Zay got what you lookin' for, just ask him for a Moon
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add
I'm not even like that, another me in my head
He is trying to kill me, but I'm already dead
I'm processed by him, I clutch my head
When I see him in
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot
it's only God I'm tryna impress
I'm no longer sitting and waiting on my turn to make it whatever I want I'm gon take it
The violent we take it by force
a problem
No, gang solid
I ain't one for talking
Uh-huh
And long as God with me, ain't no way that y'all can stop him
I've been blessed with it
Blessed with
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
turn your months to years
The biggest thing to rejoice in
Is the gift of Salvation
And where's your destination headed, man
I pray that you make it
Don't
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
My guitar turns away from me
And I want to give everything back
But no one wants it when I listen to Morente
I surrender to my feeble imagination
Which
got big dreams
Don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams
Keep ya eyes on the prize don't fall
got big dreams,
Don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams,
Keep ya eyes on the prize don't fall
keep chasing him
Can you quit following me (Get lost)
I wanna go up and go far away
I don't wanna see you again (Bye-Bye)
I rather do it the hard way
I
they tryna see me
But I won't, But I won't, But I won't
I know they tryna see me fall yeah, yeah
But I can't yeah, yeah
Don't you know that I'm sustained
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
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