Lyrics:
Yo
This goes out (no money no love)
to the whole world. (no money no la la love)
See ya got to maintain (no money no love)
Everything is great, everything is grand
I've got the whole wide world in the palm of my hand
Everything is perfect it's falling into place
I
worship themselves by the way that they live
All these rappers say they got guns that spray off 16
I've got a Luke 9 that can take all 16
That's
boy
N before you know it
Whole nieghborhood got j's
Searchin round for that cowboy
They gon get it, it's? waitin
For his share boats rockin by
The docks
And I can't cap
(He can't cap)
Aye, J you got that blunt? (Hahahaha)
(Yes, we do consume each others blood on occasion for ritual purposes)
Aye don't
the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls
like a Rockfest, to the world, It's c Protest
Every Knew gon' bow down, Every tongue gon' confess,
Jesus Christ Is Lord, He gon get the whole Congress
tight like braids
I'ma exfoliate
Serve a whole lotta face
I got expensive taste
I done have girls and lost my ////////////
Let me concentrate don't mean
Pay me back need the whole thing
Got a sack and my goals changed
Gettin' money make the world change
Gettin' high like a bird plane
Never comin' down
I stick by him cause he won't lose
And I know he loves me like he loves you
Whole team on go
Whole team on go
Whole team on go
Whole team on go
Team
to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
'Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherfucker
'Cause you ain't
can get witness from all God's children
Who's been purchased by the blood of the King who's risen
There's that, and I can't turn back
I got a new
Gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
You got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens
Jump
you need a man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party 'til the early
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
want to do is sleep so deep, deep, deep
Beat, beat, beat
Deep, deep, deep
But I got out, I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out, I wanna tell
or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
his neighborhood? nobody dared
But los got up out the coma got and was able to hear
A missionary shared the gospel to his open ears
He got saved got
His power now
Like Call of Duty I camp out
I pray for all of my enemies
My whole life He got mapped out
They box me in
They try to box me in
I’m
wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothin' but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue to do with us
I got enough money in the bank for
people
Right
The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat
And they gonna be
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