Lyrics:
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
to my flesh I like to fast a lot
I pray I make a lot of disciples come and cast your lot
My savior coming hope you saved before your casket drop
A Son was
Some people tell me that Jesus is coming again
Well at first I thought them foolish, then I began to be scared
So I read their book to find out what
But God Bro
But God
And if it had not been for Him
If it was not for Him
I would be lost somewhere, Man
Still in the wilderness
And I know I'm still
[Chorus: x2]
When I say Sunz of, you say Man
(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
As I've rosen out
And my brother Never coming back
And my auntie she ain't never coming back
AXL HOUR
And my brother he ain't never coming back
And my auntie she ain't
to return.
The night was unexpectedly dark.
To me, walking out of the lighted passage of my cousin's house
it seemed indeed black."
[Brother J]
What is..
brothers that came from the mud
Fuck all the snakes you ain't getting no love
I do what I want and I do it for fun
(Mhm Mhm)
Yeah I get the bag and flip it
and the W
Eight, Chilly Chill, and DJ Crazy Toons
Sic brothers out to get paid cause
Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke
I'm living day by
fair one and come away!
I will rise up now, and go about the city
I will seek the One I love
Who is coming out of the wilderness?
Perfumed with myrrh
Fighting off his enemies, 3 arrows would meet their mark
Fallen, dying by a tree, "I would have followed you my brother."
"Through Rohan over fen and field
to true and trusted friends
Swollen eyes told me everything
About him wandering this wilderness looking out for signs
To point him back two years ago
sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would
cause I know you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun
in
"I'm Sorry for your brother! But understand that was my best friend!"
Go ahead and vent, cuss me out
Anything's better than silence
I pace back
see us coming
Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out
One more night alone (One more night alone)
Heaven, I'm coming home
(Heaven, I'm coming home)
One more night on the road
(One more night on the road)
Mark G man you know what the fuck going on
Free my niggas free jp man
Damier attire (Yeah nigga)
Couple hundred on my brother commissary tell em
out on the Street
Huh, urh urh urh urhuh urh
I was raised by two Brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell they fucking drove me
could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There
brother went to Baltimore
You were with me, even though I couldn't stay past four
Cause your parents could be coming through the front door any second
I
Up to something we really up something
We came from nothing these niggas just be bluffin
Only take one call to my brothers yea they coming
I stay
of your hand
But you never come around, you just sit and look down
Donald and Gerry were never good
Lost in the wilderness, out in the wood
Just like
wanna get, Brave Wilderness is in my view
I'm so much inspired by you
Coyote we should be like you and not be the complete opposite
Make an elephant part
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