Lyrics:
up in all your praise
Until you hit the ground
But now you tremble
At the mention of his name
Imprisoned cast out and abandoned
As you wait for
Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings
When I look back on my life
I can see the way you're working in me
Since I've been saved, old passed away
New is my name, I owe You praises, yes
of my life have been in camps
Trained to kill, in Allah's name in will
Livin' in this fountained up state paid the bill
Survival got me buggin'
slang makin hits that thugs feel
demons guard ya grill
when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
Phoenix they got gats to bust caps (bang bang)
Cause ain't nothing gonna change it's sll staying the same
So I remain whipped how it goes to make a name
but it ain't payin' mama bills
And they ask me why I feel, the way I feel for real
'Cause to get to where I am I paid my dues in my career
Like
to send the bill
so you can pay it or owe him, His name is Jesus, you know em
Im just a waiter telling you that God is real.....
Outro
you
Got his system hands
But it's a black nigga world, fuck who you with
50,000 every month, that's just on bills
20 apartments and a (?) house up
hear what I said
I even think about death as a thrill
Not infatuated with chasing a mil
Fuck a paper Bill
This is something real
I need values
Otherwise
Kindness for weakness
Over and over
The plight of man
Holding life on his shoulder
Just an everyday occurrence
Calm waters will encounter
Only Ls I take is that L.I
Dang
Few girls called mi smart I’m the brown bill nye
Nah
I’m playing but honestly I can’t talk to girls no more
Why
Cause
Poverty stricken, from the time we was given
A shot at life by God we gone probably miss it
Cause we don't know any different
Shit it's hard enough not
life through the pages
Tell me would you stay down through the phases
Down for the name, if I didn't have a playlist?
Or roam streets, hung around
bank account
No bills in my name
Check two: no jobs, taxes
Or children to claim
Fuck I think they can trace me
Basically chase me
Erase me in facing
Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad
DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be
and go get caught with the smoke
That's Weetabix or oats, no
Still gotta do road with this rusty
One just like Do Road
Felt bad for bro, how he burned his
my heart every time
I had dirt thrown on my name, they spreading rumors and lies
Feel like they keep clipping my wings and expect me to fly
All
enthusiast power punk rasta
eating tuna pasta on the daily laze about my day is hazy still from the night before.
i think up ways so that rap pays the bills
name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
Or fuckin' Billboard, focus only for them bills, bruh
Like you ain't got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
Take a look
[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But
5'8" he stood
And people thought the music that he made was good
There lived a D.J. PDS was his name
He came up to me and this is what he said
You
a Demon)
Free Duke and Juice
My niggas Bloods down the road like
Grew up by myself
Don't even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile
But I spent way more money
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