Lyrics:
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
mercy
Lord by Your Grace she wants to live straight
But right now Lord she's too curvy
Perfect man is too dirty, Lord nobody can meet your standards
So
ingredients still (still)
If the fake prepare the plate
Then I'm making sure that it's real (that's real)
This that dietary plight for needy
The greedy would
have had enough
From Minneapolis
To me in the capitol this imperial city
We are burning shit down
Done with old head stiffs handing out petitions
this life with just a whole load of ice
Still, the scariest time is goin' home in the night
I gotta keep my eyes so open and wide
Just in case they
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
and the king is old and weak.
The princess has come of age, but still the gift of life they
seek.
In the chambers of crimson sleep.
In this vault
Finesse
[Lord Finesse]
I'm a player for the 90's, I can show and prove it
When it comes to girls, I'm on some crazy old smooth shit
I step in a party, kick
used by you
So I try to relax!
Bump One House Worship
Grab my pad
Ebenezer, all of your leaders
Guide us back to your path
Resist the enemy and he will
the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
and your mom could be second
This ain't no tale, and sure ain't no legend
He'll ease up your mind and clear your depression
Praisin' Lord in the sky, oh
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
staff
We thought about craft to make this
God Lord of our raft
I come to preach Christ
Mean to brings the Good News
I'm not from the old
School like
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
forever in your debt
Thankful for every breath and every step
I am humbled by every test
Tho we still gotta flex
Let em know we up next
I trust you'll
Hallelujah come on
How many are excited to be in the house of the Lord
How many are excited
This is day two of the great commission and we are pumped
and it shol aint a weapon
cs i walkin by faith lord you know how im steppin
Still getting tempted by tha devil and this stress ain't helpin
But i know you
Story of my life
I was raised in the hard times
Friends of mine doing hard time
San Ramon on the fault lines
Love of God made it alright
Even still
they gon' ride?
I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even
I got more problems when I leave you
Falling To my knees cuz Lord I need you
Take this life of mine, I surrender myself now
You found, the best in
and a baby
I can't cope with it
a chance is something that I never had
I'm standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
can't
before I turn old and grey (for real)
Got a big box in my hand in Bond Street
They thought it was a bomb but it's just a 5 (PS5)
If you're really in
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
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