Lyrics:
How'd I rise to be me?
How'd I rise to be me?
How'd I rise to be me?
How'd I rise to be me?
Tried to dive in with my heart
Observe everyone
All of this
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
Master P
Walk in a room and I see Their head spin like a DVD
You can have your time but Just after me
Pick up the cup (ice)thirsty
Come get your hoe
few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
[Chorus:]
All I'd like to do
Is lay with you tonight
I don't want to hit the club
I want
Yeah motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo
All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
the face of Jesus Christ, the finest
God who said, let light shine out of darkness
Has shone in our hearts to give the brightness
Of the knowledge
Popcorn!
The sporting world's had many teams
The fans have called first rate
They had the Yankees in the '40s
All agreed were really great
Packers
Sheck Jesus (Jesus, bitch)
Yeah
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me (hell no)
I just been so hot that I've been movin' lowkey
Put Prius in my blunt,
stupid
Cause in a couple years I'll
Be Jesus you'll be Judas
I'll be Caesar You'll be
Brutus text messages don't
Do this we already been
Through this
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped
Could it be, is everything what it seems
I see your face in my dreams, I chase your favorite color green
I think of you and give a care
I think
knees down, hands up
Praises go up up up
Listen! God is great
Khali Jones anajua
Pull up In the church, Hallelujah
Pull Up In the club all you hear is
my health
Spent a bag on a belt
But that dont matter when you're all by yourself (It really dont)
Said she dont wanna be here im like okay
Said she
till my palms hurt
I'm bout action with Chuck's on, ain't no Converse
Nigga! Ride for my fam all I need's a reason
Just to turn up in this bitch and get
really need
All I need is my Sweet Jesus
I need Jesus by my side at all
Times or I won't make it
There's so many things in my life that
There's sometimes
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have fifty, mama you can have platinum
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your
to me in the benz truck too
Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
to Jesus Christ, we started eating
Freedom, freely come easy by reading
I dropped that Gifted and Lifted 3 call it a 3 peat
God's spirit is in me, in
vice
You can't watch dem boy too slight
They too lie
Don't bother judge no man by looking at their face
Dem so gon put you in the grave
Know Christ for
needed was a martyr
Alone, we cattle are lost
Together, with Bovine Jesus, we are found
I was once lost, two days ago
Away from the paddock, lost in IKEA
I
in Buckhead, thank you Jesus
Boy, I'm sweet James Jones when I'm whipping up a ritz
I'm really on my wrist and a super bad bitch
And you know it's
standing out
All this AP stuff, I should be balling out
Hidden by the barricades, of my reflection
I wish I could've done more, in the right direction
We be
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