Lyrics:
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
Chorus
What's the point,
In Wanting more when you're loaded
What's the point
I remember being broke
What's the point
Living life blowing smoke
Now it's David vers' Goliath
Fuck you and your Pale Rap Youtube hit
If I shoot two clips you won't be around
To see how many views you get
Yo, so you
guns
I'm sorry mama, but don't worry about your sons, ayy
2C, I'ma get it, that's by any means
I'm hungry, I be starvin', payin' all these fees
Realized
Exists beyond the people
It does their living for them
An idol is something that teaches
People what they can't be
You know, I mean it exists in a sense
judgment comes 4 u)
So tell me what your gonna do
When there ain't no place 2 hide
When judgment comes 4 you
'cause its gonna come 4 you
[Chorus]
the offspring of David, Your servant, to flourish, and lift up His glory by Your divine help because we wait for Your Yeshua all the day. Blessed are You, O LORD,
Sprawled: the fan’s opposite of my abdomen.
Binging anime with dark beliefs about romance again.
By now, it’s night out.
What did I accomplish? Guess I made
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
nothing 'bout pearly gates
Purgatory's fake
Cross of calvary my sins were laid
Christian this, Christian that
All that worthless verbal chat
Does your life
of a king
Of whose reign down will bring
The joy everlasting
Even now I hear them sing
Have you heard
What would it profit
Have you heard
Profit a man to gain
deep)
We do what we want cause nigga we grown
Fuck what these niggas be on
We could be locked in a room for hours
Keep it one hundred I'm fucking your
her titty
All alone in the house
We were playing house by ourselves
(Don't tell nobody)
Go play with David
David's gay
And he's trying to get me to play
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
offer up my soul, my blood
The world will know You gave your best
My God forgive them of this sin
They know not what they do
Is all according to Your
When you hear what I record, back to the drawing board
You're too insecure, you ask how I find that
By your weak handshake and no eye to eye contact
I know I'm on your mind
I know, you need me by your side
I can see right through your lies
You're lost in fire, you amaze me
All the time
I know, you
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
and Daniel Craig
Connery and Roger Moore
And those two other guys
You've never heard of before
Bond, James Bond
Found him in our backyard
Was left by his
the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the *** by the tree
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if
simple
I just want your top, I don’t wanna be your partner,
What kind of drug you want, my nigga serve you like a doctor,
I heard your new song that
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
you the truth
Note by note by line, one song at a time, one song at a time.
Doo doo doo doo, one song at a time.
Doo doo doo doo doo, one song
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