Lyrics:
it's true
I won't fight with you, I'll fight for you
I cherish and adore you
Receive you as a gift from the Lord
Pour my life out, lay it down to love
and post and then delete it
They want the drop just so niggas
Could pull up and get even
But this 30 in this glizzy make
A nigga talk to Jesus
Take a look,
from jesus got them from the doc
Got the ball from niggas missing, they ain't dish the rock
I can feel the tension as it thicken, still ain't missed
that raw
Fuck with this tip and she ball out, "Lord"
Buss my- in your gyal like crud
Pum pum bruk up, everything mad (mm-mm)
Yo, yo, I got more
the police turn it out , Bounce to the next spot, watch,
I scene a lot cops, I got caught stopped eating a vendor dog
Rep my cross I gotta be it, rap in
'em up)
As we represent the Most High (repeat)
Verse 1:
(Othello)
Now you can handcuff me, think nothing of me
Call me names and place me lower than
My life has always been damaged by the holes in me.
It's what I call humanity.
My thoughts have always been the windows for my pleasured eyes.
I kept
brethren, who slam the name
Of our Lord Jesus Christ, by slamming us, get sane
You appear the Idiot, to any rational human
And if Judas you not be, repent
Raging, your eyes seeking cleansing for their disease.
Hatred, suffocating reason, the ground cries out.
For the spirit broken, erased by
Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like
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