Lyrics:
that Beaast pack you don't wana see that
Kid get skinned flayed man hanging from the rim
This is death to phoney niggas corny niggas
I been dropping so
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
Let me tell you bout a man I know,
He's my baby and he thrills me so
Every morning 'fore the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
PapaBear I been a problem, Certified a living legend
Soon as you start doin numbers folk be tryna count ya blessings
First impression? Never second
(Yeah)
All Glory to God, give Him praise Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
The time is now or never, if you have a voice use it
Appreciate the power you receive
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
was in the backs of my classes by the kids having asthma attacks
Cause he panicked every single time he sat on his glasses
Every Wonderland have
(Yuh-Yuh)
You morph into a pussy, you among us, bud
You fakin' tasks (God damn)
Man, they mad they can't fuck with the kid
(Huh?) they screwin' up
Now let's
just wanna live
Kids lose half their life, to a life they shouldn't live
I see these kids so content with being kids
Growing up without a man, not
praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seein what life has to offer
But if you offer
I'ma make you proud)
(I know life is full of contradictions)
(I'm tryna become a better man)
(Prayin for redemption, each and every day)
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I'm
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I'm
Maybe I'd be married by now
Hallelujah hallelujah
I wanna know how a man should love his wife
I wanna see those tears in your fathers eye
I wanna know
Docket You Dumb as c Firmin Man Dopeboy Be Killing c Beat
cin't Duckin The Calling Since Ever The Calling You Dig It I'm Digging It Deep
I'm Drilling c
(can't respect it)
I see some flog shit, I'll check it, you niggas pathetic (pathetic)
Niggas ain't takin' care of they kids but they flexin'
Spent
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
spinach
Then it's, time to let you know
We count it up, one two three and fo'
Uh! Count it up
Nah we gon' count it down
Nah man, we're gonna
he's fakin' it, I bet you
I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get
I'll go handle this ,of course, unless you object"
"Ah, go fuck
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
bitch she a brick house
Homie came home from the big house
Gave the man keys to a big house
We wake up and count up the money x3
We wake up and count
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