Lyrics:
the opps
Trusting niggas put you in a box
From a dark place
Where niggas kill for cake
Was a real nigga
Never turned to hate
On sunny days
I wish it rained
hands up, put your leg to the side
Right foot, left foot, drop and make it slide
Do it all again, and can't nobody say you can't
I'm gonna show you how
handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands
I'm sure they gonna laugh when you go into the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us?
one,--
Nay--for I love him all the better for it--
God bless him, he shall sit upon my knees
And I will tell him tales of foreign parts,
And make him
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I
a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is
carrots in it
They hate see me winning so
They hating on my glow
I be right by a pole so
Its harder to stop my pulse
Why they always talking bout
My
the scriptures, you a wise man
Herod's headings never hitting God's plan
Yo, no way, no chance
Ain't no butterfingers, it's in God's hands
Yeah, Joseph ain't know
worship with Allah
So plot against me, all of you, and give me no respite
I put my trust in Allah, my Lord and your Lord
There is not a moving living
Here today and gone by Niiiii
We all try but don't know why
There's no answers it's all life. Life
It's the Magnitude
Life, life (I common IiI
know I set the vibe
Bet I steal ya bitch like it's a crime
All my niggas come from doing time
Hands in the air, we just so fly
Thank God that I
'cause time keep going
The flyest nigga of all time, and y'all know it
If God shy, we all shy, life's euphoric
Bust a brick out the bag of raw, I can
I want to thank God for giving you so much and me so little
I BTK yay and p’s
In a day I make a couple g’s
Keep it moving put away the cheese
Hand
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
'm just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
He
what is this
I feel something in my spirit
I think it is time
To put on
The armor of God
Mi get prepared for the army
Not holding the hands
I'm at the top of my game
Y'all should get out of my way
I'm not gonna stop it or change
I walk it and talk it the same
Through all of the pain
I
degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea
Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk
u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me
My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's
the village
Dick in her mouth it's hard to hear the sentence
I can't make it out like what you saying Willis
Try all you want it hard for them to kill us
We
made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my
I can't be your only remedy
Tryna save you is gonna kill me
So write it down, put it in a song
Hope you pour it out
We'd all feel less alone
'Stead
Yea!
Only god alone
When things nuh going right
Only god alone
How I make it through the Night
Only god alone
Ina who's hands I put my life
Only god
my tupac to my janet baby
I would let him get it in a heart beat
I put my hands up high when he
Stick it in baby it feels so good
I know that he want
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