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God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working
last album, even former lovers
How could I forget all y'all, I'll always love you
They say the Israelites never made it to the promised land
But I pass
to teach
Your wife a thing or two
Come here to this illegal place for joys
And teach your wife this way to grow new boys
I'll take you by your hand
And show
So all along we sing
We were, Broken, Torn
Rejected, Hurting, Scorned
But for those with eyes on the Lord
Strength, peace, joy, is in store
So I
don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds
Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin' one
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
there
You can call on me 'cause
I hear your prayer
No (No other name can put joy where there is pain)
He will do it for you but first you gotta know that
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
got these bills that keep growing all the curves life throwing still working after closing
Raise my kids all by my lonely even tho they think I'm phony
and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my
& makin' it topsy turvy
Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp & that ass curvy
Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
Havin'
for the top that’s the spot I’m aiming to fill when stressing over these Bills hit marella just to chill
But I just call her Millie used to reside in
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
to you dukes, I was wrong
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
I was r-a-w, goin' for mine
and vicious pack of rats
These rats have no fear
They trained for weeks... months... years
Joy and laughter, heartache and tears
Rats will penetrate your
ones
Crying tears of joy for a city, dried by the sun
This is dedicated to my trill and my real ones
Crying tears of joy for the city, dried by the sun
a genius
That's for us to decide, and that fluff on a stylus
Making it jump all the time, is something that I just
Can't be doing with, like pantomimes
BS
głupie pierdolenie rozchodzi się jak echo
Znów wersy niech się niosą w tłum
Dedicate for my crew
Płuc nie oszczędzają tu bracie rok w rok
Na feacie szok
if she testify I'll change my mind
Dbe is the wave, SK, CM, can we be precise?
Got coke for days, still sell heroin, you can't beat the price
When
exquisite
Gotta thank the Lord for this lavish living
Rather be this than being dead or in prison
Cuz I'm too gifted not to be given
All the joy I aspire
won hear my vibes i go sing eh ah wait u go see don't u relent
Omo iyami he go be
Cause dis life na turn by turn
Cause na time bro don't give up
Cause
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