Lyrics:
[Intro]
Shake it off. Lord, I won't do this song
This is a fight with myself
I want to gain much wealth
I want to live by myself
But I'm surrounded
and a big oak tree
Born and raised in an old farm house
We love the Lord and we love the South
Yall invited so come on down
We'll show you how it's done here
ride the wave but yo bxtch she can ride dick
Watch on my wrist it can tick but I’m timeless
Put it in her face damn son where’d you find this
I really
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
up our old lives
What you think the Lord gave me this gift for
What you think he letting Satan sift for
Riches in the heavens what we give folks
and thrown into the fire
So then you will know them by their fruits
Not everyone who says to Me Lord Lord will enter in to the kingdom of heaven
But he who
the butt
Ridin' by the see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but
They see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house
For the brown
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
through bone house painting Ezekiel thirty seven
All the lil kids coming through like that's amazing
I'm a light in this dark world demonstration
Tryna help
PRAYING THAT GOD CHANGE MY WAYS & BLESS ME WIT A HOUSE/ SO MY WIFE & KIDS COULD LIVE IN IT/ I JUST GOTTA QUIT THESE PLAYA WAYS & CALL IT QUITS WITH THIS
PRAYING THAT GOD CHANGE MY WAYS & BLESS ME WIT A HOUSE/ SO MY WIFE & KIDS COULD LIVE IN IT/ I JUST GOTTA QUIT THESE PLAYA WAYS & CALL IT QUITS WITH THIS
the children had eaten, she put them to bed.
They soon fell fast asleep in the
two clean beds.
Now this old woman, who seemed to kind was really a wicked witch.
hear a steam whistle
Lord, when my train gonna come
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I hear a steam whistle
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
the bible
Three times, Old Testament and New
Front and- to
Back in prison, I know the bible
That's-I don't need anyone coming
To my house"
Three things
I'm still thinkin fuck that (fuck, that)
For money, niggas murder what they close to (get this nigga)
Entire families these mother fuckin' ghost you
everybody dies
In this life ain't no happy endings
Only pure beginnings
Followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
The preacher says we were made in
Decisions
This was the hardest day of my life
Should I stay or should I go?
Help me, Lord, to decide
Three blocks from home when she caught my
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
this place we live in
I'm confused but refuse to give up on the living
But i still need proof give a sign if you can hear this
Now I lay me down
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