Lyrics:
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
reportedly tried to hide behind
A parked car and
Then beg for his life before he was killed"
"A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death
We have " "Registered
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
beyond earth
This is God’s creation; He’s in full control
If time accelerates or slows, or friends transform to foes
As far as life goes, I’m insured by
a ragdoll.
When we put him on a pedestal,
We set him up to fall. Now,
Hes hanging by a thread,
Were busting at the seams
He got a head full of crazy,
We
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
I'll be making the plans
Kissing their babies and shaking their hands
Man, God gave me my life back then He brought my wife back
I'm suited
Lily Grace lives next door,
The ripe young age of ninety-four,
I see her in her garden everyday.
Still sings at the Sunday choir,
Reads up King
you places he can't go with his perdiem
Fuck da other side never join 'em gotta beat em
Lord help me
Dear God I wonder can you save me
Killuminatti want
the apple tree
Scriptures never read by the liar, he always tried to leave
Pictures always change, like a tire, or switching Autumn leaves
You 'oughta believe
So if I fall, could the choir catch me?
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's
slept, all lit by torches' flame
And he laid their cloaks down on the dusty ground
And there, a baby boy was born, In a borrowed cattle stall
His mother
to those sounds!
They come of tender beings angelical, Least and most childlike of the sons of God.
Choir of Angelicals:
Praise to the Holiest in the height
to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill
then I belly dance her
God is good and if ya would, you should just
Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leaving em evil
Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I
God walks home through the local park
Meets the devil with a broken heart, he says
"I've been let down by the armies of darkness
Oh my whole
Brooklyn turned to Hiroshima
I'm driving to jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper
Keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving
Yo from the brooklyn bridge to the woods of holly
I roll like tonto, houncho kimosabee
remedy
So mayday
God give me your strength to get me through the day!
I'm saved
By the blood of Him who gave way
Rock faith
He was trusting in the Father
but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
And then we got
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