Lyrics:
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
Yeah
God is real
So many people fighting cause of religion
Tribes
Spirits
Everything man
And
Hate will never win bro
Hate will never rise above
no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
But because you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is real
So I
hard, I need a woman that rolls by God
And the only man she loves is Todd
But will you be around when the raindrops fallin'
Or could it be you never
the palm of your hand
Like a real black man would kiss you!
You come along and flush it
The Bible says homosexuality is worse than murder!
Down
My
we are going
to be playing you an amazing project that is well crafted by these young individuals
known as YDIE, all right
And the name of the project
well I keep real and I don't think I'll ever, change
I'll never lie if you can look me in the, face
I swear to God that weak shit isn't in my, veins
enough
God is enough, God is enough
God is enough, God is enough, God is enough
God is enough in my suffering
God is enough in my coming in and my going
I'm just listening to His
Teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just
Trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've
Broken
fact
Let me take that back
See I don't fuck with real legends
In rap like you do i'm crucial
Concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like
Excuse me Doug E
Excuse me Doug E Fresh you're on
Uh uh on
(Is it real?) (Oh, my God!)
(Is it real?) (Oh, oh, oh my God!)
(Is it real?) (Oh, oh, oh
Excuse me Doug E
Excuse me Doug E Fresh you're on
Uh uh on
(Is it real?) (Oh, my God!)
(Is it real?) (Oh, oh, oh my God!)
(Is it real?) (Oh, oh, oh
Bottle in my hand, the whiskey up high
Two hands to Heaven, wild horses run wild, oh
God only knows why, though
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
at the pulpit
Ya feel me
Gone always keep it real boy you feel me
Never had my daddy this is how my Uncles built me
God put me round my niggas and I treat em
all the brain cells it took?
Sigma mindset is a ruse
An excuse for your abuse
Say "Rich Sanchez is my muse
Joe Rogan's my source of news"
Andrew Tate's
dancing for dollars
Know it's really real if i let you meet my mama
You don't want a girl like me, i'm too crazy
But every other girl you meet is fugazy
I'm
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Who is Jesus
I've spent years of my life trying to get this
Trying to define and wrap my mind
Around all the names that describe Him
His names tell
a stewy up in here like
“oh what is… oh my god”
Oh my god, jesus christ,
Sweet mary joespeh
There he goes again, man he's so offensive
Oh my god, jesus
dreamin
Am I dreamin am I dreamin am I dreamin
Is it real is it real or am I dreamin
I swear to God on my life
Once I get my life right turned up
That I
My bible now I tend to read it
Tobacco no more I'm not feening
Freedom is such a wonderful feeling
No god that can do it but Jesus
God is real
God is
while I skeeted on your sheets
And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat
Tell my nigga please
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my
From Monday to Sun
Slappin and tappin and clappin on ass like a drum
Who do want some
My mind is real cuckoo
I'm taken by voodoo
I put that on juju
I'm
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