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flip-flops match the Polo
King, bricked up like I'm Giannis at the foul line
I'm blowin' up and they all sayin' it's bout time
God flow, prayers to the bando

and it seem like the truth
They move like magicians
We here to dispute
They ain't see us coming
We known by our fruit
Prayer my weapon
There's no need

was a part of many prayers

I understand why you worry
I admit that I'm sorry
Being a father alters ego
Now I weigh odds like a casino

My life isn't my

This life shit, ain't no joke, for real
Yeah, know this life shit get hard, day by day
Gotta be a man, face that shit, gotta overcome it
But just

and call,
Contort my body to fill the cracks as they form
Manipulate my limbs until they form a prayer position
Collapsing at your feet I cry and beg for your

ain’t even in it for the accolade or Grammys
Cashing out on all the prayers been sent up from my granny

That’s why I’m protected from the evils that I

eight break beats and raise steaks like I got a farm homie I'm raw
My wordplay sick contain wicks, I'm the bomb
Squad by myself, need of prayer close your

to fight fair
You light glare
You dare
To smite Heirs
You Care Bears
Compare shares
Like a very pickled prayer
Made by Bob it's so square
Claim you a star

that can't be taught
Depraved of the Lord now I'm saved I thank Him for it
Purchased by his blood was broken couldn't afford it
Sin will cripple lives

But look at the positions that I'm I made
Magic
I put you on them same stages you folded
Tragic
But you can't walk on water just cuz Jesus did
That's

the wife type
You got the sparkle in your eye
You an angel when you smile
Undercovers in the bed
All day, all night

Layin' by my side
You my girl, my world

your inheritance
And move into position
But you need my wisdom
My voice my leading
This is not a time to be retreating
But to advance
So gird your loins

I'm just walking down the damn stairs
As he guides my steps to the next prayer
You don't know how to pray and you wouldn't even come to my side if you

the food my prayers good for a month
I'm the coldest under the moon hottest under the sun
Another prophet making profit and that's a problem to some
The top

'Cause they done seen me run it up
When I ain't had nothing
They was always in position
They was never stunned
I ain't had no hate up in my face
I knew my

free barnabas
Na why the marlians still dey hammer without no manners
Na why your papa still dey whine you with all those prayers
No loose guard for ass

do
Got me waitin on my knees
To be blessed by you
This a true religion
A holy disposition
Got me sayin a prayer to you

Get me into position
To be

you're the one who blabbers on
yea let me say the Lord’s prayer
I forgive those who have crossed the line
all the folks who hurt me bad by lying
the foo’s

It will be in your house
It'll be bold in the best way
It will answer prayers from
Generations gone by
We don't need more viral
The revival will not go

I been off the mic for a minute, trying to get my life consistent
And the disrespect for my position, makes me wish I'd become a villain
It's like my

the layers of those prayers
That everybody's got a hold of their own with no tears in the psyche

It's likely I might be seen as slightly demeaning when I've

to the C-H

clright

P to the S to the Y to the C-H
I sneeze, you bless, I ask “why you calling Jesus?”
Pleased with the jest? Pass by, don't greet him

killing the breaks
Heavy in session 
I write less and they testing my faith
Be the christened and blessed star
Line sentence a page
From a position

Neglected by oppressors now they feen for my attention
This raw cut
All sluts be star struck
Give me what I need
Pleasure under shaded trees
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