Lyrics:
Look in my eyes, I'm not scared
Sucka, you heard what I said
If you don't wanna get dead
No it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
at
Tryna get a name not the one to come spit at
They say I'm doin' my thing like
No one ever did it
Actually made a name in this hatin' ass city
That's why
I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my
To shatter the canvas
Handed nothing, loss pulling the strings
Outlived the dead trends
United by distance
For so long, it's all I've known
I'm
brought me back from the dead
Rescue me again
I'm still hanging on by a thread
Rescue me again
Baby please come back to bed
You're keeping my hope alive
You
(yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get
Not the same,
Not the same
I'm changing Jesus' name.
I'm restored,
I'm restored.
I'm a holy living flame.
A holy living flame
Saved by His grace,
bum-ba-bum
Travel the way of the gun, come on, see-come on
No, I'm not only beggin I'm eggin you on
Until you dead or gone that's the vendetta I'm on
This
dread
Red is red but dead’s not dead
I'm not gonna sit gonna think gonna give at the reservoir
I'm not gonna trip gonna flip gonna live at the reservoir
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
Pass Me By
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare
your life pales in comparison
So go write whatever blog, messiness is not ever the god
Do what's necessary, I'm never worried
Listen vultures, I've
51 is not a gang , bitch we the motherfuckin' mafia
Whole lot of sticks and a bunch of chops when we poppin' up
Bitch I'm steppin' in Dior, this
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
back my life
I give it back to You
I give it back
Yes, You've raised me from the dead
A living testament
I want to live for You
I want to live
No
the summer)
You had long hair then (you had long hair then)
(I'm coming back from the dead)
I'm singing out back
Good morning to the cops (oh)
Good
Calvin, Blake and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale on the disembark
Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In
to the rhymin' biz
No, I don't believe we've been introduced
I'm back, to a nice ovation
Shine like a diamond by myself, call it isolation
Words be crusty,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
I'ma snuck 'em, fuck 'em (straight up)
Guess I'm a by-any-means type of motherfucker, uh (on God)
We not in the frat but step (21)
I got more
of nice
I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light
But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night
I be doin some crazy shit for
pictured,
And its closed casket.
This is so tragic.
I see death on every block I turn,
Its just not my turn.
Live the same lifestyle,
Cash money to burn.
Weed
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