Lyrics:
the Birmingham crew
North London representing right now, okay
Yes blud, this is a real clash star
Levels are way high, okay
Big up my Meridian tugs
Lord
generation (Oh... uh... Oh Lord)
My respect to the mother's that be holdin' it down
But it'd sure be nice to have my daddy around.(Everybody that didn't have
rules, smoke
some weed, and shared some bustdowns too.
Now what am I to do, you gon' left me so befuddled.
I pray that the lord hear my heart
hold my hand
For I need Thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by Thy power
Hear my feeble plea
O Lord, look down on me
When I kneel in
Think I found what I needed
I was screaming out for help
Ain't hear it like gogeta
Oh lord
Demon get to singing on the mic
Oh you a diva
Saying all
not chasing the Fame
But I hear it, the Lord is shaking My brain I can feel it, there's wind In this fire
So feed the flame, the lamb is a Lion that
tell them all to gather round
Look at all these crowds
They know I wear the shiny crown
I can’t help but rub my ego
When I hear all of these sounds
Quiet
close attention
While my road dog Sho tell ya how it G-O
(Sho)
Lord have mercy, anotha day anotha dollar
So many bills and problems, it make me want
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
touch me and said RJthewise1 you have not completed this song and I said what next Lord and He said my people have too much dead situations in their lives
(One, two, three, four)
There's still a cigarette machine by the shuffleboard
A coin drop jukebox full of songs you don't hear much anymore
your sons first shit
But who gone pay da bills supply
The meals no surplus
My baby, moma
Give me drama on the daily
Like she makin' it barely
And my
dirty!
They were not wrong!
They were two lonely verses
In the Lord's great song!
Our boys were pansies, Bill!
Yes!
My boy's a homosexual
(Proposer yeah)
Say you got laid off
Can't pay your bills
Sick, can't get well
My Jesus heals
He'll brighten up your darkest day
Put trust in Him
And he'll
anything
When it comes down to power
Homie for the record
Put my demons on the stretcher
They won't get up
I'll kill the whole army by the hour
I'm just
scared cos I’m walking with you
Those who listen to my songs know I spit the truth
I can’t be speaking on something that I don’t have a clue
Lord, please
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
and protect
All money aint clean nor is power or respect
Worship tha Lord dont worship a check
Blood, sweat, and tears what im wearing in my neck
Where tha
Sometimes it feels like tragedy
And on my worsened days i go on my knees
I scream lord i need you please
I know even though i'm a sinner,i know you hear me
and not crap, the last of a dying breed
Get back home, my dome full of ideas
Write a soulful song and hope she see it
I really can't be blatant just in
can't afford myself (haa) -
I believe in God's will - Be strong and stand still -
Guide us to be aware of fake deals -
When I pay bills - Good meal by
Seek Your heart and seek Your face
May my heart revive again
The Lord has heard me from my prison
I'm waiting and seeking
Praying You'll hear me
Hide
We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
Watch
We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
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