Lyrics:
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
You're the coward of the year
I'm so laborious, bright
Its a wreck in dire vocabulary
Adversaries will
my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
Okay so now we get into it
October I move us in
I was
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
your thing
I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I know you like hoes yes I know you got
tell me chill a second
I can see it in your eyes you're surprised by my dirtiness
I listen to you guys then I analyze your worthiness
I say shit you
Niggas
All in my business
I should run a clinic
Give you something all witness
No they can’t break him
I ain’t bruce Willis
Black and gold Chrome
the pain
Two billion heartbeats and out
Or does it all begin again?
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
God's imagination
Dip your hand in Heaven's
drugs and it's like I'm out here fiendin'
Forget all the hits in the industry
'Cause ain't no exceptions in this game for me
Look, neither God or my
Love?
I can't say
"I love you, babe."
Love is not enough
What is love?
Souls Are under the Skin
Who put our souls into bodies?
Is it God?
That's why we
not such a life as I.
So it's fare you well, old Waterford and the girl I do adore,
I'll never kiss your cheek again, I'll squeeze your hand no more,
Oh
We're going to shake it out
Put your hands up come on put your hands up
Put your hands up everybody put your hands up
Put your hands up come on put
they gonna hate this but check this
Everybody dee inside has got greatness
Whether or not you get to it Is all in your hands
I claim victory so I
again, I pray to Lord that I
'Cause I've been workin' in the kitchen
With the dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing
Y'all wish I was fronting, I
busts better hit the back door
We ain't fronting, that's what its all about, somebody put this gun up in his mouth
Welcome to the west coast, where
catch me
This 350 will put the bitches
Right in back of me they won't jack me
And just when I thought I passed
Fucked around and went low on gas
All I
one's for You, got to clap my hands, clap my hands
I'm a leader by example
Got love for all my people
And we got to give it up to Him
See, this whip that
(Nah!)
I put some bigger diamonds in my cartilage
I went and Louis Vuitton all my luggages
(All on my luggage!)
I went and went official
a window-hole
A hunnit yards away
Is all dey ever gets t'know
'bouts de reg'luh life in de day
An' it stink so bad, de stones been chokin'
'n weepin' greenish
hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I
all in your hands (I choose to)
I put it all in your hands (I choose to)
I put it all in Gods Hands
Some days it feels like open season
And I am
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