Lyrics:
make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
We'll be creepin' in the parking lot
Motherfuckers don't
prayed that God give me a lane
Give me a lane
Give me the fame
Give me the fame and I promise to change
Won't be the same
Won't be the same type
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
got a few mil'
But not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my
hangin' out like it was bit by a Terrier
And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options
On the corner with the rock, give and go, we ran
Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex
I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed
Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me
"Ayy, you want some of this shit?"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep
give it all they got
We them niggas
I walk with niggas you don't fuck with
Them same niggas I stuck with
If I drive by in my spaceship them hoes all get
give it all they got
We them niggas
I walk with niggas you don't fuck with
Them same niggas I stuck with
If I drive by in my spaceship
Them hoes all get
He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry
All these questions deep inside my mind
Like if Jesus loved me, why he leave my side,
with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be too specific
Like I rather be a killer than be statistic
I never fold
for all and will fight for all
Until the end of time
Jesus died for us and He'll fight for us
Don't give into to your hopelessness
He will win them all
near
The one who gives sight to the blind
We are the sons and the daughters
Yeah he gave us purpose
Engrafted us into the vine
Turn to Jesus and believe
time
And Jesus is alive
The wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men
Who by the unrighteousness they
Away by His grace
Chorus
This wisdom of tenderness is
Accepting that I am His
Taking the fierce love He gives
And living it
Living it
Believing that I
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
[Chorus]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes,
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And Jesus was
all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good
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