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everyday I'd wake up feeling grateful

So then I seek religion and that got me feeling faithful
It's a blessing everyday for dinner on the table
A steady

this barneys dey rotate
Niggas wan locate where the boy accentuate
Last week I go vacay
Niggas just dey hate, Top G like Andrew Tate
I just kack up for

by one name, say my name say my name
Andrew, and I don't have any hands for you
No psalm or religious shit Matthew
Now all I got to say is fuck you

Tate
She say she built like a meal she a dinner plate
All these shones make me wanna migrate
Why cheat just have faith
She gon leave you for somebody

of a concentration camp
And the here-and-now, it just ain't workin' out

Show me a tenuous strand of hope
And I'll reveal the ignorance and cowardice
That carboard,

heart, till you cross me, then you gon' see who's heartless
Act out of line, it ain't no problem for us to do 'em like caution
Be cautious
Pull up on your

I dance with in the night are just a bad reaction
But every miss is a win, I'm two and O like I'm Andrew Jackson
But it's back to the beginning again

The Kiyas And Jemilas
Who told me
She rather hear me sing than rap
I love the honesty can't be mad for that
See, Ya
You just don't know
How really loved you

really sending hits on kids, what you mean by that?
I'm feeling like the pope, they gone hate me for that one

Eatin wonton wit yo bitch when I just need

heard, heard
But it's a getting late-how long you wanna wait
For you admit that the promise was just words, words, words?

In 1838 Andrew Jackson did

gon be catching feelings
Everything, everybody gets ahead of me
I was looking to see if some out there for me
I will just take my time and thread

a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned

I been on a wheel
I just found out that I'm still in the father's will
Yeah
He placed me on the wheel
He put me in his will
Gave his life for me
Gives

a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country

all over the map
Just to make my momma smile
Fell in love for real a couple of times
Man that shit was wild
Still got homies by my side
We ride or die

that you're calling the cops
For doing something I never would do
Its the same thing your dad did to you
Why the fuck would you picture me
As this

Produced by Cre8 uh, uh, uh
Put him in the air like he flyin'
Fuck a nigga gang shit

Put him in the air like he flyin'
All that cap in his raps, he

just keeps coming around
So for me it's that smell and those memories and the feeling
Whatever else I can make with my hands

Gabe
This is Gabe
And my

in the basement
You always say you made me (Huh?)
You always say I'm lazy (No)
But I'm here, on my grind
While you're just killing babies
And how can

through the hate
I'll just elevate, you imitate
I'm a Top G you Great Value Andrew Tates
Run with nerds and casuals, I fly with the greats
When you die,

C-C-Choppa finna leave him baking
She wanna fuck we ain't dating
Kill a nigga call me Satan
I just might go Super Saiyan
Kill him if he think I'm playin
Shot

(All it takes is)
(just one song you know)
(just gotta go get it)
(scrilla scrilla)
Chorus 1:
Drew a picture of baby
Knew I had to go get it
Take me

the Lord give me the light when my darkest hours approaching
Now, now
I ain't folding or slowing down for a moment
This moment's golden, I'm starting to feel

Jordan and I got hit newest pair on
I'm Reverend Jr King Luther Martin marching
Die for what I stand for, moving target
Try to shoot me, watching movies