Lyrics:
I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit
It don't matter how you come with me
Is you down
Doing what I'm talking about doing
Time
My man always jumping in the gym
No basketball though
Jumping out da gym
Jumping out da gym
No Clyde Drexler, money jumping out da gym
Jumping out da
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
a wise man told me to
Take it with a grain of salt keep the peace inside your heart
Take some time enjoy your life always try to make it right
Never strive
God damn if she deep throat might pay her bills for the whole year
Print something imma drop here thats 10k this card work
Yea man its hard work
telling it
Make the Earth shake like a whole box of gelatin (T Vinci)
No holes in my rap game, like J Cole
Stubborn man, tell 'em that I'm flying up like
think I'll ever forget
Stumbled upon an old leather skinned man apparently asleep in the sand
I bent down to make sure that he was just sleeping
He
Man, I drove by Chick-Fil-A yesterday
There were a bunch of protesters
Singing the National Anthem
For the first time in my life
Kinda wished two
I was starving tryna eat
In the west but i got niggas in the east
Man i couldn't even sleep
Worried bout everything i couldnt be
All my niggas finna
the facade they put up
Not at all
They just be mad so we fillem' with salt
Tryna keep up when they flex what they bought
Penny pinchin', man, just give it
Look here, Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman
And you need to change in the locker room
All the homies do is laugh
High
s'full sail
That tempted away yer peg legged father
I was shanghaied
By a high hat beaver mustache man
And his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit and beer
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
so kind, leave this poor man, trust me, he will be fine.
Em C G
You were always by my side but not
and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a thundercloud
Or a flight of ravens in the air,
Or a black army with a silver flag
And a ragged man amongst them there?"
"Oh,
Motherfucker better come correct when you
Talk about me
Salt bae some respect on it
When you talk about me
With or without me
C E to the O
You get
Tortured by my brain reliving all my past mistakes
I feel a pain in my chest as water fills up my lungs
I don't know if I can escape
I think I'm drownin'
broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up,
In Salt Lake, Joe, says I
Him standing by my side
'They framed you on a murder charge'
Says Joe, 'I never died'
Says Joe, 'I never died.'
Lady love rides a big red Cadillac
Buys the hoedown show salt and beans
Goes to church to pray for Lucifer
She milked the male population clean
So
Yeah
Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm
there into the ocean
No bottle necessary
So my theory holds salt, or sand
What kind of man pisses in a bottle and leaves it for another man to pick up.
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