Lyrics:
came out
That same old producer started calling my house
One night he called me about half past 12
I've got some cash if you wanna sell
I said you
demand
Shoulda read that label
You would see that your threads are number
By a master craftsman
In creation you was hand crafted
Yea
See if we really knew,
and
Running through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle
I'm a asshole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for
If I had to leave your house
what your father
had also hidden in his pocket?
You see, when I had inheireted that garden,
my mother warned me that I would be punished
if I were
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
here
And I don't want to judge but you know it would appear
That the foundation of your house of cards is starting to disappear
And you're maintaining
came out
That same old producer started calling my house
One night he called me about half past 12
I've got some cash if you wanna sell
I said you
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
Now you can try if you wanna
But ain’t no switchin' his plan i mean
If Jesus came down here and gave
His life for all man
How you think that you 'bout
the morning
Alright a Faith Journey
Consist of three rules to survive
Each of these
Crucial if you do not wanna die
I recognize
To some this may come
you the one girl
You the one girl, you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one girl
Put your finger in the air if you the one
Cuz
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
your life to disciple others
Pouring into the community, local outreaches
You taught me by showing me
That I am nothing without Jesus
Called me no hype,
the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife,
a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded, I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug
shit to my face
You're bad to play with Jesus before you play with me
My sucker don't fuck with you lame, even if you try to pay your fee
Remember down
victims, oppressed by white kats
If being a billionaire is victim how'd you cook that
99 per cent of white people would like to eat like you have
Hov did
Bison do
But I wanna get to know you better what do you say?
Do you do any sports, what do you play?
If today was your last day, what would you do?
If you
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
They tell me, "Don't forget where you came from"
I regret what I came from
In my old hood movin' like I got
Of the travellers in the first and the third
He established control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occured.
He would you watch you without
return Jesus' gaze
When he came to Simon Peter
He knew there would be trouble
Peter was already pulling back clearly embarrassed
By this reversal
zealous for the King
That his house would be pure, that we would be pure
I know we're singing something crazy, but Jesus walked into the
What's that called
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
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