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Put your hand in the air if you believe the same
See the demonic ways evil tip toed it's way from the grave now we claim it's ok to be crazy
In

father had stated
Something my mother reiterated every day
From the phone calls in her cell to the letters I heard her pray
To a God she don't believe in,

by the time you blink, I'll be gone
Pack up and leave to California, wasn't me, you've seen a mirage
My delinquency as a minor, might've put a wrinkle

to be careful
Ain't no god around here to protect folks
When their homes getting pounded by hailstorms
Only lord they can bow to is hell born
Only kings

the starlit sky did pale
Suffered by my slanderous brother
I pulled the slingshot from my pack
'Fore I's a dog in the king's court
Held his head in my hand,

neva diss man
Gone from the world
Now you deh promised land
Dem a call your phone but you never respond
Pull up a you yard inna heavy tint van
Fi show

your neck
Then hand you a check
You enslaved from 9 to 5 till you 6 feet under the grave
But we praising our God who completed in 7
Then rested in Heaven

from it
A letter from me to you, the new you, the new me, the harsh view
From the top of the tallest memories I have of you
The person you were before me

and grabbed the mask from up under
The seat put it on lights off he's with his lover
Drove by hit him perfect pass just like a cutter
Sirens flashing he sees

the letter detailing what he had endured
Awakened from a fever by dawn he was a walking corpse
She rolled up the poison then took him to bed
They won't see

design rhymes for the tides of remembrance
Send this to my grandkids so they know
What it was like on my time on the globe
It's an open letter from the go

so well 
So many years been spent, audio letters sent to keep it from ringing the bell 
But it went different, is it my destiny where it's visiting me

talks, stocks, real estate and equity
You fake Pat Beverlys
Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us
'Cause you can't fuck

It starts with the head multiplies by living dead arms
Stretches out from dirt popping sockets pulling hair next thing

Lying up on a stretcher

the crown
Said onto his back if I whip out the bow
One motto no pals
Don’t get confused by smiles
You're all sentenced to drown
Got it on my own I did thous

to pay the Jews
Now they sing my hymns and I get paid by them
Had to put my faith within and then I paid my dues
Praise Jesus Now I'm on TV 
Look mama I

oo

Na so the story goes 

Wolombo, hmmm hmmm

Wolombo

Na so the story goes 

Wolombo eyiii eyiiii


Run run run never run to the grave

Run from

Everybody call me by the name (bitch)

I started from the ground
Everything is all amount
I go all in
Everytime i fight the cunts ay

Back with M i L L
I cant

We all gon leave the surface
On Hot Rod grave I see my grave
Before I be a slave
If they ain't giving we gon take
That's the only way
In this land

ahh yeah
Because I know it ahh my baby

Player 2 has now entered the game
To save you from the demon's grave
You pray and pray to try an relieve

ask about my day, I asked the same, he won’t admit it 

Say life’s good, gods great, made me feel lifted 
Till we drop em in his grave, now it feel like

by a devil that
twisted like the letter S , reassess
can't get me in a dress same as the plenty rest
cut from a different cloth and y'all be thin

broken"
When I looked at myself I saw
A man who was too far gone
A man who could not be saved
But God smiled and raised me from the grave

I talk 2 God

grave only flowers they ever provide
Love is a four letter word that is never shown live 
Baby don't cry when you think about me driving home at night,