Lyrics:
of the house
Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
at y'all God on the tree, ooh
Dripping blood don't He look weak
I thought you said that man was a king, He is
He's just the kind that'll use means
Means,
leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is heaven just another door? And my people say
Love for them that steal in the name
I surrender all to you
Everything I give to you
With holy nothing
With holy nothing
You think I would have learnt
By now
That I need your help
But I
You have to light a blunt for this one
I get high on life I snort that shit
I hulk the hell out after just one hit
(RAWR)
I'm in monster mode
breakfast is
God's state the biggest state like Texas is
Made to double deficit's and the licenses
Run up a number, best it
Is, that's the evidence, yeah
by asking your wife
Is your husband a man of God
Or he just faking for likes? (Yuh)
But you the one that gotta live it yourself
I know it's hard just
here, baby)
I'm top shotta, don dada, bitch is just a sidekick (haha)
I'm that nigga make my main bitch choose my side bitch, uh
Walk down gang, but we
God, getting fucked by Hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? Ah"
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona
Ramona, mona, Ramona, mona, Ramona
This bitch
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
That be the reason he mad
Maison Margiela my tag
Spending that money on Raf
Bitch I was down bad
I get the last laugh
I get the last laugh
I get the last
bigger than I am
I am merely a vessel
Used by God just to help you
Even when I'm lonely remember he never left you
He'll never let you
Down even when ya
abuela was telling me
Be kind and consider that
You're not the source of all circuitry
In other words it's not all about me
And I just want to take some
have the promise of God
That He is a comforter in not just
Some, but all of our afflictions yes
And those of us who have
Experienced the abundant comfort
on the crown that I mount, no TV
I'm seeing it now, no Stevie, I wonder about the needy
How they lost it all, but closer to god
So who really feeding they
for that…
(Chorus)
The kind of feelings mere words can do no justice to… I can only attempt to paint your mind's walls… with your father's love for
regions
Tell me there's no love in the game bitch
I'm leaving Cleveland
I saw some of the same shit that he was seeing
But I won't eating the same shit that
the rain's from (rain's from)
But the clouds make it hard to see him
He's in my brother I discovered that it's not so hard to be him
I just lose him in
judge us by our heart not our tone and size
There's sinners and there's saints ain't no other kind
God's kids
They hard to find
But He still shine
It's
turrible as spoken by Cleveland Orenthal Brown Sr.)
Hello, this is Milky Daddy.
Mc big porcodollar$, is this really you?
You are my god.
Let’s do some raps
the brothers on this rhyme team
Just freestylin' in a cipher, I take the life of MCs
If you're wack we got the right to seize
He's black like Ultra, know
the project walls
That's why the God say
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He's frowning
shared with me caught my curiosity
He impressed me while strummin' those strings, just doin' his thing
Yeah, l love to play that guitar and singing
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