Lyrics:
you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire
slang makin hits that thugs feel
demons guard ya grill
when they in my scope aim and i shoot to kill
and haters jealous cuz im stackin hundred dolla bill
is free in this city where they just hit em til the blood shows
Best to mind your manners when you stand in presence of the gospel
So, we hit em til
fell in love
Don't matter to me if it's a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake
Bad
morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
Church State: Virginia
Intro
In the past, I heard some disrespectful comments made about my music and my faith. It's time to address them
Verse 1
Oh my
guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand and it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they
standing still
standing still!
These songs don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by elves
Making dozens of records by the twelves
Stocking
the middle of the night get a ticket and I'm sitting on a wing by the window
Air fight when I hit them with the rights, and I rip open they eye with the rap
the middle of the night get a ticket and I'm sitting on a wing by the window
Air fight when I hit them with the rights, and I rip open they eye with the rap
through Compton and see real Bloods
Real Crips
And I'ma always hold you down dat's real shit
I'm the Los Angeles king
And you remind me of Mary the R&B
our mugshots
While sampling our blood clots
Am i black
Am I proud?
(Well) I'm still trying to find out
Fuck being black in America
Living the same old
Ima lift You up Ima lift my hands
To the sky to the Savior to The Great I Am
I was told I could be saved by the Blood of the Lamb
So here I am
Yo
Dear
a change The way I throw down, the way I say
my name
The mike that I'm packin' is flame resistant So M.C.s be cool, and
keep your
distance When I
In and outta sanity
That feeling when it's raw sex
Without this music I'd be
I'd be more or less
They keep me high
See what this meant
But see more
One small step, that's big leaps like we moonwalking
I pulled through, I managed to move when I was in the coffin
By any means, I run through
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
People are always talking
But what happens when the talk isn't cheap and it is what it is?
Well, what I mean by this is, Hillary Clinton
Man, I
Get out here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been
And then, who's to say when all will end?
All I know is when the portrait painted, better have
to reach unstoppable
just ask tom cruise no mission's ever too impossible
so take it as gospel when I lay my voice on the beat
make ladies moist in their
Asked me did I wanna see you i told them no
I was only scared this some crazy shit
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
I got shot when I was 12
Lost
a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was
And after today, I swear I'll never be the same
I'll never be the same (I'll never be the same)
Who the son sets free is free indeed
See He sent His word
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