Lyrics:
I don't need the fame, I just want love in my lane
Nobody but me can handle my pain
Go ahead, take that shit to the bank
I get high smokin' on that
And with the help, the help of almighty God
I know I can be strong
Yeah, this is how to kill God
Yeah, this is how to kill God
Holocaust, Crusades,
the time
Look into my eyes
Can you tell me all my lies?
I got ghost to hide
Faded so they pass me by
Nobody nobody save me
Dark side is so fuckin crazy
Pressure
Produced by Track Pros
Hour Glass Instrumental
I Thank God For The Pressure
Verse
I’m sitting
Isolated in a kitchen
Industry don’t want
just mad 'cause I beat the pussy like Bam Bam
Because I'm making these bitches twerk on a handstand
Nobody's talking that talk, the walk I talk it duke
see, ADD the way God made me
I'm crazy, but that don't mean I'm stupid or lazy
I'm raising a family and nobody pays me
Facebook make everybody life seem
Discount me, denounce me
Turn me in for a bounty
To tout me, but now see
Ain't nobody can trounce me, uh
It's nice to know I'll be immortalized
Quite unlike
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
again)
I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga, I'm never gonna
said and
Healed from what my daddy did and
I wanna live and not read that page again
Imagine me, being free
Trusting You totally, finally I can
said and
Healed from what my daddy did and
I wanna live and not read that page again
Imagine me, being free
Trusting You totally, finally I can
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
I got a sword and shield from the God that won
Like Ooh!
Look at that man dancing on the beat like grease on the pan
Dancing on his feet leaving
had Gods and Earths
(Sun, Moon and Stars!) This is my universe
Rebirth, a new way of seein
Seein black people as celestial beings
To raise our whole
things feel the same
When we change just a lil' bit with every day that go by?
Sometimes I can't find the words to say to you
When you start crying but my
Ayo, rap is all I need to know, dawg, yo
I leave being broke in the past, yo
How'd he get it, man, you gotta know, yo, ay
How'd he do it you can
myself remain in weakness since it's what I am
But I've been saved by Christ from being damned
Cause if I'm just weak
Is it my responsibility?
I give
this shit by myself, don't need a sponsor
I'm rolling loud, getting visions, being at the concert
Right now, I'm dividing, trying to stack my bread
at me now, they saying that I'm the golden child
Can't nobody hold me down
Ay, oi trust me, I feel the same
Mummy told me go get this money and kill
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
the apple of my eye
The focus more centered on being lost in the flaws of humanity
The lows of reality
The need to try to satisfy vanity
'Cause ain't nobody
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
of Days
The God of old
Word is Born I'm on the scene
Just to build with the youth
Revealed the Truth
Jesus the Christ the absolute
Who can dispute
Ain't
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