Lyrics:
(Goddess Crying)
Why do you wanna be mad at the kid
For all of the shit that I did
Nigga
I just be out these streets my nigga
Just really tryin
Reefer captain’s hats and matching Parrot Head tank tops
Traded in my work boots and her high heels, for two pairs of flamingo flip flops
At first I was
what I read on the post[00:41.05]My mission is to make Jesus famous[00:44.11]So raise your glass let's have a toast[00:46.68]Like in John two when
, dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
meeting Kg for the first time?
Like jello, they know my last name is fucking Slimes
Murder pussy, break hearts like I'm committing crimes
Take all my fly
Don't take my kindness for weakness, oh no
Don't take my silence for ignorance, oh no
So if you're into steppin' over lines, stompin' on my way
numb the feeling
I recognize the mistakes I've made
So I sit alone in this empty place got me singing like
I swing my feet for the one time sitting by
Cool, she takes a flick or two
Tell me how you feel
It's time to get down and do this for real
A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around
for that money im getting paid
She know i got it thats why she tryna get laid
No
We just tryna baa aaa aaall
Making money like we sponsored by 2k
Send
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on live and sing (yeah)
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
night tragady a hatian imiagrant killed Bejesus for two dollars and twenty cents and a coupoun off the barbbeque joint but he still lives on in the hearts
to the school with a strap like
This is for the bitch that never noticed me
This is for the teachers that said I had trouble focusing
One shot two, three four
say gon' be pure
E.S. Short with 2G, we floss a Bentley Azur
Toss my lure, ain't none purer, hook you like a fiend, baby
The platinum bling, baby,
say gon' be pure
E.S. Short with 2G, we floss a Bentley Azur
Toss my lure, ain't none purer, hook you like a fiend, baby
The platinum bling, baby,
a little story of an American family
She waited for him in World War Two
He fought the European campaign
Their son John spent two years in Nam
That
Two Macs at the clip out the function
Try to slide, he ain’t leaving with nothing
Plug out Manhattan, I play for the
Stay with my dog like Woody
Jesus made me a better man
My life couldn't be in better hands
He died for our sins
So I'm gonna go ahead and praise Him More
Verse 2:
cfter receiving
Jesus made me a better man
My life couldn't be in better hands
He died for our sins
So I'm gonna go ahead and praise Him More
Verse 2:
cfter receiving
call me Big Bun for nothin'
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead,
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
Patsy Cline, and Johnny Cash
Part of our Life that went by way to Fast……
On Easter Sunday a Pump went down – Nothing open for miles around
Visit Dad,
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