Lyrics:
Got my vans on
But they look like sneakers
I chill with the geekers
I treat these like Christians
Got my vans on
But they look like sneakers
I chill
and at the end
The audience can give it a little go
But let nobody know or else
They will come and arrest me
When go on the screen this Friday
By the way, these
scrap
Least I aint picking up four fives as I burn this track
Only way Im stopping when you line up my apologies
You dont like it then its fine with me
the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim,
double edge knives
Putting swords to back
Velour is black, Balenciagas on I'm strapped
I put my dawgs onto money and on the map
You want to see me
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
of the Christian way
In other words, what got the Christian church
What jump started the church, were these realities
Jesus died, he was buried
His tomb was
their way from the bottom
Them Yeezy's drop got 'em, couldn't afford 'em you shot 'em
'Cause they the same price as fucking red bottoms
We don't pop
to the core
In their hearts they pious
You can keep quoting the bible
But do you live by it
I be a Christian who's also a rapper
Yea let's just be honest my G
Nothing Can Stop Us Now - Christian Bautista
Soft as a rainbow
Like stardust and moonglow
I see the love in your eyes
Like autumn leaves falling
Yeah there may be multiple ways to get to an outcome
But there can only one truth
Let me give you an example
What is 2 + 2? 4 right. What if I said
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian Bale
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old
real
Yeah for real
Rather show you how i think than what i feel
I don’t feel like i’m me when i walk outside
Need a reason to pop and my glock don’t lie
soul but you can't afford it
High as the birds, catch me out soaring
Out of my way, put you in orbit
Jump on the beat but I am not Jordan
Since I was 12
spite me
Had to show the hun dat I have options right click
Me see you not the other way around bitch
Me sefoh and I love the way it’s sounding
I don’t
who could help me gain
Worst Generation on deck
You ain't seen nothing yet
I'm too adaptive, less is what I can't give
Up at the plate, I'm Bautista
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
to waste
One hour day-by-day you'll make your way
Not late for soiree
You-you can love
You-you'll endure
Cu-cupid comes
When you are born
You've had a lot
chastise them
I said true
But that's cause we lost our ways
If you could see the people back in the olden days
He said this is why I won't be Christian
Don't
to stick to what you like me for
Look I might annoy you or disappoint you (Might)
But don't you ever doubt what I'm writing for you (Write nah)
Sometimes I
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
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