Lyrics:
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
poverty is steadily spreading
Economy got me a job with no bennies
Mamma don't get me I'm broke like the levees in Orleans
Endorsed by the forces so heavy
to wake em up
I got myself up out the gutta and I made a promise I ain't never going back
Surrounded by a couple real niggas who was down to ride so we
yourself
Maybe
Shared by some
And if it truly is
Don't let it out run
Outdone
Whenever you're on a cusp
The Cross on your road
Your own story unfolds
That
Three Nails
Was the look on my face
Said it all starin out that
Old church window, Stained
Got Me Thinkin bout
The day I was saved
Oh Dang! Oh Dang! Oh
devestating i got saved
By the king and his love is everlasting
Easy to squeeze lead in ya fore head
But went out n solute n me start blood shed
Positive
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
spellin' out my name
All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Starin' wide-eyed 'cause you niggas tryin'
(Intro)
Lenai this one is a mad thing and boom and shreps and squeeze mi caa tell you weh mi memba ready!
(verse)
Mi seh mi memba I remember when
Yeah
D. Jones
Yeah
Uh huh
Real talk music
Yeah
Church music
Yeah
Now if you can't respect this
Cuz this is church music
That Holy Ghost filled
Shut
to fine
Let herself go, now she just alright
You around good girls tryna be Ms wright
Fantasize talking about don't abide
Disoriented, Colt army
Hit up my
Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from
I had the whole city on my whole city on my, whoa, whoa
Trapdoor shit, where I'm from, we hopped on shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
She whippin it up, ha
Imma call her Betty Crocker
Got ice on me, think I got a cold
Someone go and call the doctor
Bitch crazy, yuh
I was gone before
fucking lying
Killing that shit man I feel like it's a crime
Relationship with everyone that I know man is slowly dying
Go 'head and take 'em to church
everyone
Laughing hard is for the untamed ones
Who are hide and seekers still missing since they ran and hid
Come on, Betty, be nice, don't you run out
walked into my church one Sunday morning
I was singing a song that he knew
When his eyes rose to see me, God whispered
here is the woman I have promised
impacted by the effects of plastic.
The doctor takes Henrik and shows him the creatures on the ward who have been affected by pollution. There is
devestating i got saved
By the king and his love is everlasting
Easy to squeeze lead in ya fore head
But went out n solute n me start blood shed
Positive
laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
Can you dig it, can you dig
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
(Imma)
Imma Take your ass your ass to church
(Preach), x4
Living in bliss
Hoping heaven exists
So the message is this
Don’t you ever Quit
Your
laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
Can you dig it, can you dig
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