Lyrics:
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
more spiritual
She God in the physical
And it's only natural to pray for a little you
Musical so she played the umbilical chords
So her daughter was
Hands up, hands up
Ayo pass the crown to the real queen
You know the girl get it poppin' like a pill fiend
I got little bunny rabbits in my backyard
So
by my Carhartt hat
I'm a raise a little hell, she's Heaven on Earth
The grace to my grit and the rain to my dirt
I'm a little down-home, cold beer
We came far by His grace, we are here today
We see our homies rise, there are better days
We are happy for each other, that’s the only thing
We hope
for the crispy slang
Celebrate more I need events replayed
Educate I dont need indentured slaves
That's what it takes to be the king
Universe the king
Is normally referred to as such, more commonly known phrases
That are more used by today's kids in a more derogatory way
But who's to say, what's
much more than a mind
Let your ego die so you can find out where the astral lies
Take it to the stars, straight past Mars, where the Martians are
Fly
more of us
Millenials were the last
Like I said 2001
Everybody sittin' ducks
That's 'cause everybody sucks
Little bitch just get up off yo ass
'Cause You
out to more complicated
Than Grace's mom and dad had planned
Up until the night her mom left them
Life felt just like sinking sand
Her dad would pray
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
platinum yet
You a little boy to me, nigga, I kiss you on your forehead
Then tell the bitch you planning' on marryin', "Gimme more head"
How can I take
because of his grace we can't stay too far away
That's why I thank you, that's why I love you
That's why praise you forever more forever more
I worship
[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up
grace
Is a place I keep finding myself
Yeah I get a little crazy trying to have a little fun
Then I end up back where I started from
Down on my knees, I
understand her middle name more
My mommy gift to the world
Daddy's little girl
To y'all she Keisha Plum
To me that's my nigga my bigger heart one of my
by the grace of God,
Every time that wheel turn 'round,
Bound to cover just a little more ground.
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
crash and I asked for it (for real)
Hit the club for the cougars
I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther
I'm just tryna ball, why these
punch
Why'd you every wanna get split by a literal giant
You little my words are lit, that's your literal guy Ant
You be pitiful tryna spit I'm exquisite
living God I serve
He gives me what I need
And so much more than I deserve
Each day I count my blessings
Those I can and cannot see
I know but by the grace
righteousness
Infected by grace
A little bit of grace goes a long, long way
And where you miss the mark His favor congregates
So if you think that my old life
need a little more silence and little less noise
A little more joy and not so many toys
We need a little more grace and a lot less lies
A little more
know the grace you're missing yeah
The curse will follow you in everything you do
You don't know you don't know the grace your missing
By Living life in
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