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through and blew a fire
Abu and Aladdin
Staged a coup to take him higher
Zazu the captain
Proved you Scar a liar
You lied to the hyenas
They all threw you
a MacBook
Fly attire ain't why I'm inspired
Tell people reach higher until I expire
Started this with nothin', young Skid MacGyver
But hoes called me sire
Yeah,yeah yeah, yeah
Fore
As of late
I've been mesmerized by memories
Thoughts of triumph sneer me i can't fathom failure fear flirts with me
I got
a problem
I've been stacking up my chips for retirement
Time I cash in
Provide the answers
Y'all can stop asking
Freeze where ya been?
Tell me what you're
bet, imma write, perform, produce, and I'm engineering it
(WOAH)
Got gas? Drop the g, son (hmm)
Think you tough shit? Fuck with me, son (hmm)
Throwing
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
on God's son's & daughter's
Warriors & Soliders
I'ma strive til it's over
Until my last breath
I'm honest , I'm modest
I cant do dis by myself
I need God, my
called Sosa
"Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm 'bout to go loca"
Left my rat beggin me to stay and stroke
tell easily
The way she called would've had
Y'all thinking she needed me this woman
She calls a girl over about my age
I look at her and know what I want
to most higher
Graduate I give flower
Room to myself sing to choir
Why?
Cause nobody can hear me, no
Why can't these people hear me
Physical-lala-lly, I
save wi sons and wi daughter
Dah big cut deh caan cover wid nuh plaster
Suh a psalms 23 mi a draw fa
Chorus
Knock knock knocking on heavens door
~Spiritual chants~
Blessed be our God
Who reigns forever
Holy
And blessed to His Son Jesus
Who died to save our souls
Holy
By the Blood that was
found money?
I lost all my niggas when a nigga found money
My nigga in prison he just called me on the phone
He said that them niggas heard about him
that was 'cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote; he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You
whispered in my ear:
Meet me in the barn, way out in the pasture
Turn off your headlights, park by the tractor
Sneak in the backdoor, so we don't get
looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love
homie lost hope he fighting felonies
Lost too many brothers I've been fighting all these tragedies
And always worried about the way my daughter going
a nigga might be readin' my Nike's like Bushwick
Chronic smoke like chimney, to lit a doobie
They knew me, let me in free cause I bee that Luni
Higher
as you have called me
If not now God then when
If not here where will you go
And If not me God then who
Holy Spirit fill this place
I will give you all I
who are we?
Beautiful freaks like us.
To swim in holy water, high in higher places
With our sons and daughters smiling innocent faces
cnd how will read
behind and chose C-M-B
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over
to go cold
Streets called me back in the fold
If i could not live I would die
There is no smoke without fire
Told my guy light up the fire
In the woods
life
And I'll show you what heaven feels like
Believe me
Gon head baby
Gon head baby
Gon head baby
Go head
Cause I'm my daddy daughter and ion know what
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