Lyrics:
He's beside me all along
Why must I put my faith into a crowd that never promised
When Jesus paved the way and only knows how to be honest
I get myself
the image of the same God that saved us
Power to do what could never be done
And we do by the father, Holy Spirit and son
Please believe eternal life is
expose 'em
Thought I told ya
Don't fuck up on a man's hopes up
Then he closes up
But he won't give up
Friendzone, fuck it I be throwing up
Flip it, I slip
a shot
But even those times were fleeting soon to be overgrown
By my lonesome old blues that seem written in stone
Wish I could be a preacher wish I could
Habibi, Maghribi
She said: "Wallah", she never leave me
I said "Aywa, habibti 7elwa"
In a drop head with a tan one
And a mansion by the beach
Belly
beat again
He rapped as fast as he could but
Sacrificed substance and could not win
Then Crypt snatched the microphone from
His hands and said, "I'll be
E's
I come from Atlanta, I'm Tony, I'm Tony Montana
I total my toe on my tag
And my brodie told me put my dope in a rap
While he rappin', dope, he
Just a ragged kid in overalls,
He thumbed a ride one day
He said, "Anywhere you're headed on my way."
But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in
His eyes
gon' kill the fuckin' beat
And could I be a fuckin' millionaire, trillionaire
And people look at me, now they say yeah it's really here
These niggas
I’ll get by tomorrow
She said fuck me today, be by my side tomorrow
Drunk off the love, I’ll get high tomorrow
I dropped her off today, might go
I got a slim waist pretty face he tryna grab on it
N If it ain’t a couple bands I’ll pass on it
Bad bitch big chips He could Brag on it
N if he
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
listen, I’m the new edition
Niggas wanna be me yeah the wishin
Reaching too deep I guess they fishin'
Feeling like Sleepy I'm in the deep end
Niggas R Kelly
busting it down, game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck like slick the ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
But never could fit the shoes of his wife
You could tell by the finger
Nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived
on a staircase, writing to instrumentals
Levels, from the looks of it, there’s no back pedal
Settle, to be in this place, I wouldn’t let you
Potential, since you
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I've lost my self
the price that He payed
I've learned that speaking is speaking
I've learned that words are just words
And that it's only by taking action that we actually
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
[Chorus: x2]
God help me out here, 'cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
Mom, do you know where my passport is
Do you think my friend Hannah will be on the same ship as us
Take your time, live your life, don't let it
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
Trapper turned rapper with a bachelor of science
You could never be badder bitch you better not try it
Be a long time till there’s one like me again
Be
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