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He is the One we call Immanuel - God with us
He did not just become Immanuel in Isaiah chapter 7, let alone in Matthew chapter 1, but He has always

Surrounded by those that don't wanna be
All of these thoughts... They keeping me weak

I'm sick of myself. I know I need help. Ahh
Problems that you cannot fix

earn crowds
It'll all fall in place
Do not stray from the path child
That's all I have to say

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No need to go faster
I'm sharpening all my

the people,

Getting deep, walk the street as I creep down Cathedral,

Intersect with Charlotte, across from the market,

The first coastal city was most often

I be deep up in your gut I'm your waist trainer
Baby I can work you out I'm your waist trainer
Have you moanin' screaming loud I'm your waist trainer

Winner

Sunday nights I'll be seeing you (seeing you)
By Monday night I'll be missing you (missing you)
Passing by hoping I get a glimpse
My boombox loud

he ain't got no
Yeah, Elisha Patto talk to 10 guys at once
Xavier loves Rihanna yeah, she got that boy cuffed
Jake and Owen making burgers at KFC
Yeah,

'm taking it out
Just by making it loud
I cant understand what the hatings about 
Shoutout the haters im taking em down

Keeping my music as loud as an ounce

and now im greening
Out smoking weed and leave it
Out god please help me im screaming loud
So loud
So loud so loud so loud

Before i rest in peace under

if yo girl listening
She gon tell me to play it loud
Now I'm loud on the speakers
And ain't no turning me down
Talk yo shit boa
Talking like
I know you

don't
Don't you dare get too loud
Making these tracks with no end
Surpassing my limits, breaking the ceilings time after time again and again
I'll get

And I'm loving how the beats sound
Crank the music so loud
I'm never gonna lose now
I'm making money moves now
You thought I was gone
You don't know me
When

I am the gas in the blunt
I am the loud in the pack
I am cash in the trunk
Pull up dip out with multiple bags
I am the dirt and the sand
The wind

I don't be rapping I be thinking Out loud
I just say whats on my mind I Been this way since a child
Had to hustle off the muscle got This shit from

making me better
He's making me better

Verse
I’m the type of person preferrin’ the small crowd
Lowkey, keep it casual, not one to ball out
I’m not really

a reason too I wouldn’t be making hits
Guess u gotta stop it but never drop it cause I’m on the track I never flop it, I’m a smart man that runs by himself,

a poll, visa check-in
Passport to export, Punches 
Old school rapper I call them OGs
Had a doubt, I announce
Have I pronounce, had a doubt, have a loud
One

Don't really got much else to say
Yeah
Lambo low to the ground
I'm rolling loud I'm the pound
No fakes im boiling it down
No lates im taking this

liking my music so turn it real loud
And im trying to turn up and vibe with the crowd
Im doing my thing i dont care about making you proud
Yeah about

there (gold hair) like I'm a saiyan
And I'm not acting this ain't no play in
Y'all niggas ballsy yeah you in a play in
Making all this money I go state in

their own Rihanna
But I'd rather have Lupita Serenia or Tabria
Do it major two at a time Tia and Tamera
Low hanging fruit got to watch the ears

like saws
I'm in the stu' off so much shit, no I can't answer calls
I'm making hit after hit, nigga, Barry Bonds
I like you mama ass fat, walk 'round

a round
Show up with that loud

Shaken by dreams
Am I loose at the seams
When I'm feening the healing
Always something I'm needing 

Taken aback by

When I'm out it's a rare occasion
Smoking on deadly on vacation
Hair braided up by some Haitians
Fit fitted bad bitch by my waist band
And my dollars