Lyrics:
The Chubbster
I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler
in my blood, when I kick the scam, they all will flock to it
Get my music and bop to it
Gassed my head
Through Jesus Christ our lord
Roman 6-23 nigga
Read it and weep, biatch
Hit a man bustin' up in my door
So I grab my 44
Now them bustas on the floor
they can believe in
The answers in a book
And they won't even start reading
Because we all need hope In our darkest of times
And when times get hard I
Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my
What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
[Lounge Mode]
Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing
And my niggaz out in Brooklyn said
Mile in the sky and we rise to the Kings house
Pride made you forget who you'd see now
Fear Lord the thought I was nothing but a dust cloud
If you ain't
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world
Neon
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
the day that I die
Did you see that pie of love
And do you have faith in bananas above
If Ina tells you so?
Do you believe in blind baking
Is that
Now I Stay Leanin’
They Asked Me What’s Da Reason
Is You Leaving Or You Leading ?
Nah
I’m Schemin’ With My Demons
Gettin’ Cream By Any Means
Bury me in 501 and 10 deep
And please keep the bapes on the feet
So I can watch the devil ice-grill me
Haha, yeah, how you like a nigga now?
I'm it like
your words be the pier
Bones lit like a fire
Feel like Jeremiah
Crying out for the people
I done left the choir
In streets I'll met you
I wanna be like
against me shall prosper
If you believe in it in your heart, raise your hands and sing
It's by God's grace (Yes it is)
All things through Christ Jesus (No,
life
All the things in life all the things in my life
I Thank you Lord for watching me
Everyday of my life everyday of my life
You always Plan good for
turn back the hands of time,
You better believe I can, oh I
You see I can take the season's change just by waving my hand, let me say I
I can change
motherfucker, lock and load!
Immortal Technique, Joell Ortiz
Harlem, Brooklyn you know what it is, nigga
The rebirth of the Young Lords
Coming soon, motherfucka
The presence of Your work
And how you gifted me
I'm grateful, I'm thankful
Let my life give light
So the world believes
How Your love
Helped me to believe
In
on and now we gonna be blastin'
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
traded Jesus for some little change
But at the end do you see where he ended up
He believe in God mahn do you believe him
I'm just rynna serve the lord
'm trapped up in my head
Took me 4 hours
Now I'm rolling out the bed
There's levels to this shit
I said there's levels to this shit
Haunted by the days that I
God in you.
Ooh
Are you weary, are you weak,
Filled with insecurities?
Believe me, you are not the only one.
I get scared to look inside myself,
influenced mesmerized by vain deceits
Show me the money and you can get a retweet
Indecency in the lead in this classless society
Leaders making the godly
belong here; You belong to Me
(That's what He says)
You are mine dear; You are all I see
Right back on the floor Lord; I turn my heart to you for help
the correct armor
Embracin' meekness, walk by faith, you can't see this
It's more than what you believe in
I'm talkin' bout imitatin' Jesus
When that dark storm
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