Lyrics:
african king
Aint painted with that brush, when they see-us
I aint above God, but right now would be my zenith
Or do I know not, of how to be like my Jesus
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey
a priority right now. I made the decision that if I was going to fix these things, if I asked God to give me another chance to make it right with my family
The Lord God has called me to leave it all behind
To break with my traditions and all my family ties
To wander by faith for blessing and fame
To be
pop up
Ran off the field got locked up, left Allison knocked up
Going to the doctor all by herself
Put her books 'about Criminal Justice back
Oluwa dey for me
My health, thank God
My life, thank God
My journey, thank God
My job, thank God
Family, thank God
Peace of mind, I thank God
Brother
But I’mma get mine even though i dont the feel the Almighty
By my side
Waiting on God’s timing
Even though I don’t feel like myself imma keep
My
but family do up most
Don't try playin' me cause that's gone leave yo body outlined
I pull up on uncles daddies brothers if it's bout mine
Now you wanna
life for god and for good
I don't know what to say except if you or your brothers or friends want to come visit
We have movies in our small chapel here
yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm a criminal,
he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up
the smoke
And these rappers big me up 'cause they don't need me at their throats
Little pussies, see you brothers plotting on the low
Having little
Wingmanning you in class, put that homework to the side
You're my homeboy, you're my brother, got nobody but each other
May God be with those who suppose they
nothing perfect
I'm just doing whatever I love
I was raised with a bunch of kings
If you touch one then we seek blood
This for my brothers and them
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
chronicle
Feels like I’m following 2 Kings
But 1 God that’s the truth please
I just want my family back
That’s why I’m praying on my knees
Yesterday, oh
just to be fake
When I got that news swear to god felt like a earthquake
It's You vs the world and I live by that
Cuz niggas you fucked with gon end up
bruh we walking by that
Faith god is so good bruh come and
Get a taste, life without god man that's nothing but a waste god is so good bruh come and get
was even bigger
Never had a father and I needed you to be the figure
We're forgetting that we had a brother that was even bigger
We were figures just
say it's thicker than mud
Yeah aside from God I guess I really don't need that much
When I got my brother's blood
He's three years and ten days older
"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey
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