Lyrics:
can't sleep the night away
Feel my heart is in some kind of danger
I can't wait for the light of day
Then came by the passin
Of our own adoptive father
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
to the darkness
Nowhere to hide, I'm being stalked by my shadow
My spirit grow slow, but now I'm losin my homies
I see this picture white clear, ain't no love in
but I still need tour, Nigaa
I go to work on my chores, my head hotter than the earths core
And shoutout to the mans got money for war but can’t feed
the air
Not checking for ya man feeling like a dummy
She the kind of chick that’ll check you for ya money
Won’t be the first time yo I’ll check for my paper
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
to me
I know your insight
But I wanna hitchhike
But I'm only kind of free
Why do you lie to me
Yes I'm stuck but I love it in your clutch
See this is so
Your love scares me to death, girl
'Cause it's the chokin' kind
You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife
But it hurts him more to take his
expression on his face
Della went to him
Jim, dear, she cried, don't look at me like that
I had my hair cut off and sold it
I couldn't live through Christmas
die
Baby we about to take em all to church
Rest in piece to my soldiers in the field
How you feel when it's you against the world everything hurts
Church State: Virginia
Intro
In the past, I heard some disrespectful comments made about my music and my faith. It's time to address them
Verse 1
Oh my
a clue of how they need to treat you
I wanna be with you in an emotional way
I want to have you by my side every night and day
I wanna make it so you can't
verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my niggas a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather
kinds
With Tech N9ne, getting more love
Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from
leaning on the Lord who sits on High
I Love the Lord that He heard my cry
He loved me first and I don't know why
He proved it when He sent His Son to die
love in a nigga
Here's a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this
and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be
cannot be my uncle.
His only wish was to use me
so that he could get what he wanted.
His fondness for me was only pretentious.
Truly the man is a dangerous
he’d be there, well
There are no guardians on my street
Are no guardians near me, well
I’ve been tricked and I’ve been cheated
By the kind o’ souls
Claimin' hella fame
Everybody know my name
I'm deep off in this game
Whatever money that I get to (Whatcha livin?)
In the fastlane (x8)
Looking up
adieu to all my friends
Be kind to Barbriallen
She looked to the east, she looked to the west
She saw his corpse a-coming
"Oh, put him down for me",
I'm always single, love to mingle
Why you by yourself
Takes two to tango
Some guys are insane though
Have you in a strangle
Don't listen to the niggas
deposits
Standing right here as a prophet
That is my point now precisely
That I kill shit nicely
Time to go back to the money
You can never catch me fronting
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