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and grits
Senses fully alive like the feeling of a first kiss
And when it's check out time you got a smile on your lips, huh
And the whole world is like your
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
Mama always told me for' I went to work
No matter what you do stay in Church
I don't wanna see my baby boy get hurt
But whatever you do in life God
What it's like for a nigga like me
Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money,
breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple
My
put in some serious work
Now don't be out there praying lazy, God, your will be done
The job of bringing in the harvest has already begun
You need
of Jihad
They killed and enslaved millions
For gold bullion, in the name of God
The children of mammon called
It spiritual famine can we examine, how they
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
it again, work the street
Movin' again, insert the heat
Lookin' again for the perfect beat
Don't look in the book to learn to eat
Write up a hook,
check it, check it
There was a Hardy boy mystery
I was tryin' to solve
Can't understand who the fuck was involved
Back from a show, I had came
Hopped off
hold the cards I follow the leader
Nothing but a regular dealer
I'm catching a dub with my spiritual healers
I don't fear god, number one sinner
Handle
and binding strongholds
You know I do it all in his name
By his blood, you know that I'm saved
I was asleep, ok now I'm awake
Can't fall into sin like "Here is
supernatural utterance, inspired by God, interpreting an unknown tongue.
—— WELCOMING GUEST ——
May we take the subject of Spiritual Gifts for our discussion?
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
all my work (all my work)
They'd put your motherfuckin' brains on the curb (on the curb)
I ain't do it personally, but this shit still my word (yeah)
your path in front of me
Oh God, please put whatever is out of place back in place and heal me
A tree is known by its fruit
Go in the direction where God
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
and my public
Put God first
Then can't forget to stay real
To me it's like breathing
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
sardines out the can, my birthdays ain't have a party (none)
So apologize for what? I'm too rich to say sorry
Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
knew the things I was desiring
Suppressing it, get it out the way, I put the sirens in, yeah
What a day at the park
What a day at the park (don't
God spoke, and I became, into a formal existence
But I couldn't see the blessings, in the course of my indifference
But a coalition of spiritual
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