Lyrics:
surrounded by art as a teen
I saw art in niggas packing a beam
I've seen God in niggas who don't ever speak Him
I've seen hate in people talking bout Jesus
havin' no seasoning
If you try to rob me then you dreaming
Man that AR gon' make him meet Jesus
We had a wonderful year too
Feel bad for the ones that
and post and then delete it
They want the drop just so niggas
Could pull up and get even
But this 30 in this glizzy make
A nigga talk to Jesus
Take a look,
of this world
against spiritual wickedness in high places
Ive said it once but I'll say it again
Jesus coming back and might not be your friend
you
Me and and you got discrepancies
We ain't even got to do maths
Not a molly
And a perkiest ain't even half
They talk on me
But it's cool for
But I get
love you, and I need you
Hanh anh anh anh baby
Yes, I still love you, and I need you
Hanh anh anh anh baby
Oh Jesus Christ, every time Me gotta talk
the prophet
Kid in Gaza with no options
Kill his mama, you don’t see the problem
So he join Hamas and now you wanna bomb him
When I’m talking Jesus
I don’t mean
IT SLY
FUCK IS ON THEIR MIND
THEY AI'NT THUGG~IZM
MAKE ME WANNA ASK
WHATS YOUR BLOOD TYPE
RUN IT BY THE OLDER G's
IF YOU AI'NT GOT NUTTN TO HIDE
Motherfucker talk when a gun fight
Glock .45, I could lay em' on a road
Body full of bugs, leave the tongue tied
Demon in us, yeah, turn them into tone
a price to chaos
Say goodbye don't betray us
Silence was their trademark
Won't say it, never talk
Post-death ballot box
Hands off stabbing block
in every man that I see
Danny's been out now for 7 days
Funny how he thought the price had been paid on a past he hates to talk about
It's everything
For this bleeding sunwalk
We laid down besides
And a screaming sky walks
And a trigger by my side...
Drowing karmic networks
Sad machines inside
See
gods all the other shit irrelevant
Oh lord my Jesus piece represent I'm heaven sent
While you still talk illuminati all that devil shit
I pull up
Shot by a Navy-Super-Hornet-Pilot
But you may not have known as back in 2007 congress directed the Pentagon
And set a, a twenty-two million dollar
forward still
From the poorest to up by Lawrence or Forest Hill
But more than that, Skrillery Banks just chill
Make a home, just build in a zone, less
to teach us
By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness
And keep seeking where free speech is rare
And realness gets kept less
a crease
Man all I hear is blasé, blasé, talk is cheap
Fuck rap, come now roll your sleeves
Nigga damn, I should’ve said 23, 23
When I’m homesick I call that
never leave from by your side
I can't believe you love me so much
This kind of mercy is so good to me
Now tell me I am your god
Jesus you are my god
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
faith in god after all the shit that he'd been through
One day the preacher drops by, says "boy, you had better change your ways
Lord knows you're
Dwelling on the days gone by
All of this wasted time
Why do I wait just to talk with You?
Burn away all the lies, inside
Remind me where You
might as well respect the game
'cause it's time to see a change
Talk about your flows and your clothes
And all your hos and your doughs
What about
Drop of Lucifer
[parody of Drops of Jupiter, by Train]
Now that he's back in the atmosphere
The drop of Lucifer is severe, yeah yeah... yeah...
He
hoes want to hate, and talk bad about a bitch
But mama told me, to never give a fuck
If that's what you go, be and be the coldest bitch
That
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