Lyrics:
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
Into false hope lIke thunder to blInd man
No lIght wIll enter those EYES
My demIse located under "pranks" when looked up by my demons
Angel shouldn't
were off to
Lead by The Man, in this journey
And it seemed like The King
Was the only one
Keeping a secret
The following events
Happened as sequenced
by a thread
I got Ephesians 3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead
Now that I
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
the "a" on the side with the "y" in the speech
I'm inside of a peach , with two guys, equals three
Landed on mercury
This shit burning me
Think this shit
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear
as a Christian from a little church
With God's call on my life
A man of faith and power with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot
By brothers standin' point-blank range
Niggas bang in
and anyone or anything sent to frustrate
Hinder the delay of my progression
I plead the blood of Jesus and the blood is against you NOW!
I will excel in
resume back to the game
Dog
This ain't like back in the days
You get clapped
If you actin' on stage
My dog do got the Glock in his glove
Sniffin for blood
what they say know they wait on my demise
Leo let 'em know I was born for this life
Been stuck up in the dark I'mma break out to the light
Through
da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster
shooting dice in the cum slum
Learned how to load the 9mm Canik and change the trajectory of everything
This shit ain't nothing to me, man
I fuck like
technology has improved, killing has too
Fathom life by the leaves, now there's rot in the roots
As far as I can see
Not only have we forgotten our people
We
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
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