Lyrics:
to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your
Motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard
I do work to get by
But bet I
I woke up naturally Saturday morning fatigued from my sleep,
Get on my knees to say a prayer then wash my face and brush my teeth,
Get dressed
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
May-December by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain
Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
work lay a brick by a brick
I try to stop but it didn't exist
Everything click when I get with the clique
Cameras is flashing let's flick up a pic
Like
playing bruv init you already know yeah bruv
Yeah aw yeah yeah yeah
There's so many reasons a nigga could be stressing
One by one keep counting my blessings
night (Up all night)
And I can't get no sleep
(I can't get no sleep)
And I can't close my eyes
Them blessings after me
And I'll be all the way up (Way up
soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessing the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
know what she was doing, but I was kinda inspired by it
So I kind of started doing it too and I ended up having an orgasm!!
Can you believe it?!!
I think
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon' get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up
('Cause it's a stick up)
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
Get your hands high, up in the air
blessings
Citizen of the world, what's your location?
Everyday living like I'm on vacation
Chorus (BlackLioN):
Look at me now
These nonbelievers keep wishing
through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around
, aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
and Grammys
Give those to your family, don't get caught up in the vanity
Or the world's insanity
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
for me, I never get robbed in my life
Aretha Franklin, respect it, respect
So in tune, I forgot how to stress
So in tune like the choir that's
damaged
Make you go night night awaken with your neck all mangled up
I ain't no shooter but I'll get it popping with them fisticuffs
Should the need arise
thing called responsibilities
Pity society looks unhappily
Glad to see a nigga take a drag or pull a trigger
Pass up opportunity and take another
and trippin watch the interview
If you're preachin ridicule
I'll get rid of you
Get a couple individuals in the ritual
Made you look a fool
Wonder what I did
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
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