Lyrics:
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
spokes
Big things
Nigga preaching gospel
And I know it
Sometimes get too stuck in my ways
I'm hoping to get away
If I cut it short will I get to heaven's
continue in faith and you steadfast
In the gospel hope you done heard about
God's own Son makin' peace by
Bridgin' that chasm, it's a big gap
Wicked in our
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
nothing on you
I just want you by my side I’ll be waiting on you
Jah know say in a way in a way
Only you girl blow my mind away
In a way in a way
Just for
find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be
He's in control like a principle Salvation is in Jesus, read scriptures, it is biblical
Now we saved by grace, he didn't need too , different, its
know I want to do it Christ Way
To speak expound enlight recite
Open up the word of God and meditate day and night
No matter what you're going through
Jesus, only way our sins removable
Bring the kids to the gospel like D. Moody
Woman don't need makeup to show your beauty
If Yamz on the cam then we
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Daze Gone Bye
Awake and I tell it "goodbye"
By the way these days are the future
So I say "hi"
'Cause the future has arrived
Daze Gone Bye
Awake
bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
Their
say you don’t believe in Jesus
Bet that cross on yo neck bet it hit different
When lights on It and the diamonds glistening repent
Change the way ya
I broke bread upon the plough man's table
Did the good work when I was able
Found my way up when it was hard to stand up
Never gave up when the going
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
We are
polluted by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
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