Lyrics:
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Christ Jesus is the Lord confessed by all the nations
I was dead in sin Lord You came and restored my soul
The Good Shepherd guided this lost sheep
I know you watching the world telling God how tight we was
You might be gone but you ain't dead I feel your soul by my side
Asking me to check
a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will
Escobar Studios b****
hamdulillah b**** I'm a God
I told your mom get the f*** out the car
#winning
God's gift to women just mind your business
to your Dome.
Fought in the wars R.I.P to the foes raised by the wolves I got a head full of goals. From the generation that got to see Jeter play.
Home
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
female
in the world
disappeared'
11
That's the science in it,
but it's so much more intense
Reach into your soul for the answer
Reach wherever you
hot, too cold,
I'm-I'm red hot blue cold.
I knock your melon out your fruit bowl,
All my guns black, I got true soul.
Yeah, and I call my coupe
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
songs fightin'
For ya soul we may run at a different pace
But let's continue the race
You runnin' yours, I'm runnin' mine
I promise I left out a lot
gone
Keep they weapon by the scrotum when its time to draw
F**** nine eleven homie we never call
Wrestling with the pistols we not talking bout raw
Born
My
Mind's made up
Had enough
Lies you're tellin
All made up
Called your bluff
What you want
You can get it if you like
That's my type
Hit just right
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
Before I lie I won't tell you nothing
Before I cheat I'll dick down you better
Money so big to go and spend it on this badest bitch
F Town baby
provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh, huh)
Came in this game from out of
Nowhere and I took control
(I took shit over, nigga) rockin' my jewels
I'm goin' to see one
The taken
Is time to break
The broken
Like a black toast
In the toaster
Is time to take
Your soul than
Make a cake
Put in the oven
Not being sober
All this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
on your speed dial before your death will be final
Remove your spinal and upload a masters badge album to motherfucking tidal
Will you kill for your God
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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