Lyrics:
On the phone, I just called up the reverend
Told me I'm holy, no time for confession
Pray up to god that I get a new mention
Friended by Jesus, call that
the lighter and shit
I got a woody with big buds and I'm tryna pipe the little bitch
I'm tryna just tryna pipe the little bitch
And you tryna fight the little
thirty-two I was only nine
But I've learned so much with so little time
Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind
We put it all together, couldn't waist
with your kids
1 little, 2 little, 3 little mexicans up in this bitch
(Ayy, yuh, ayyy)
Ayy, drake the shapeshifter, the boy lover, the family killer
Ayy,
Whatever you send me from your soul
By the God power in me, by Almighty God
Ko olorun gbo mi
Ki Jesu Christi Oluwa
Ti eyin serve
Ko gbo mi
Everything
us too.
I hope you're singing up there with Jesus
I hope you're smiling and it never ceases
Are you living in your mansion Nana
Are you living in your
TikTok
But time do go Tick Tock
No wrist watch
The diamonds on Jesus piece
soul still missing that Jesus peace
Acts chapter 9 with that Jesus peace
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
They Laughed At Jesus, Too
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
C/Gm7
C Gm7
Hurt an’ shameful words can feel
(Just a little bit)
Like that (just a little bit)
Zhané (just a little bit)
De La (just a little bit, c'mon) (don't front)
I'll never give you up
shift ain't easy
These days niggas need Jesus
Or sum strong enough to believe In
Cause faith nowadays been receding
They try to judge a nigga by his
You got me lifted
I ain't got no time in my life for no other
How you feel about sliding with no aim in the ride
I'm cool if you cool
I'm just cool
back
Cause I wrote half of them so don't spin it back
Try to talk about me nigga that's a fact
But you messing with the wrong nigga
Matter of fact put
out with an empty bottle of rum
Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother
And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in the cupboard
My little
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She be his wife, make him her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling
judging others is just part of my nature
Cuz I'll, talk about the spec of dust in your eye when I got a whole plank in mine
You know I'll acknowledge your
have mercy
The gospel of Jesus Christ is being diluted and polluted
Day by day and it's getting out of hand
My brethren
You are so blinded by miracles
matter 'cause a nigga ain't me
I'm the best from the 9
While I ride with a 9
'Cause I'm looking for crime
Every time
Switchblade got 'em reaching to Jesus
Returning to dust
Saved by the blood
That is a must
I ain't the one
No Billy Jean
All for the son
That's my king
This that James 2
All praise to Jesus
Boy
Hello, yeah
Little homie, in the room
In, in the room, boy on the moon
(Had-had no one) No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my
That way if they just run off with the little I gave 'em
They drawing the line in the sand
Sometimes my greatest move wasn't the plan
I just let
Yeah
(Madness) madness
Sittin' by traffic
Outside in London
Just waitin' for you (you, ooh)
Blackness (blackness)
Flickering flashes
influenced by him in my soul
This is a bop if you rocking with God
I can't switch on the team at the price I was sold
I had the candle but I couldn't hold it
the things I wish o could reverse
God I just need your words
Don't give in to the pressures of life
Cause All that will do is let out your light
Push back with
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