Lyrics:
Everyone playin that selfish game
Yo fuck that
Rather be different and out of order
Than to follow
Could it be all the chemicals in the water
This is
as they come
But my Guwop is on
I'm sorry I rap a lot, I grew up to Cole
I was raised by a rolling stone
That turned me into a rolling stoner
All you hating
the thoughts of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival
Now she 25, barely grown out her own
Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin'
Picturesque rolling hills and pastures stretch out in all directions. Tucked away within these hills is a small, simple house with a garden...
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do one more offerin right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one
the 911
In a generation by myself
In the kitchen betty crocker
Searching for fairies my name Mr. Crocker (FAIRIES)
I put that shit on I'm so proper
Now run
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin'? This is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
strength you overtook the grave
To give us life and make us whole again
You called us out
You called us all by name
To bring the hope you gave
To bring
holding onto
So maybe living in a sin is when the soul is gone
Living by nature is the holy law
And even after going to school and church
I wish they told
Standing on a mountain looking down on a city
The way I feel is a doggone pity
Teardrops fallin' down a mountainside
Many times I've been here, many
but a good, good life
Raise your cans to the moonlight
Here's a toast to a good, good night
And we ain't nothing but some football watching church
God Help Me
There has always been a true church and a false church,
Jesus said “you will know them by their fruit.”
Well, here are some false
tryna run them plays by me and I be like hell naw
Back up with that pressure, best to let a nigga breathe
I'm probably on some level you niggas never
up my story
Tryna find out who lurkin' (Who is this?)
Walkin' with a bag up in Neimans, yeah
I'm splurgin' (yeah, I'm splurgin')
Seen you in the mall
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
a big body, and in them sprinter vans
Run it back and I said it
I whip it out and she eat me spaghetti
I got a cougar I call her Ms. Betty
Tryna go
on that side,
Brain is cooked on some Betty Crocker,
I filled the pot with the baby’s rocker,
My other side has got a dirty smile,
When I hit the booth
fuckin' on the first date yeah
About a month back
Met by accident so I called it a love tap
She know it’s true out the blue like a fun fact
Now she down for
fuckin' on the first date yeah
About a month back
Met by accident so I called it a love tap
She know it's true out the
Blue like a fun fact now she down
on society cause aint nobody help him out / he got raped by his pastor so he doing it too / yea lifes a bitch and this vicious cycle going thru / generation
I'm keeping it solid
Armor of God, it's all on my body
This world is toxic
Gave my heart away, I'm a dummy
Yeah, out the grave, I'm a zombie, yeah
She
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