Lyrics:
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
All of us will be judged By our works but
Are there exceptions for people like me who is a spiritual infant
When I have been told to only read sweet
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
hit for Jesus
He keeps you rockin' when we're droppin' phat masterpieces
We're on the side of the God who's been rejected
The One who took flesh,
funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair
funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair
man's wife" (BEOTCH!)
Spartacus Revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? Aw, shit! Jesus Christ! Time for
a step
Said soak it up and feel it cuz my brotha'
Jesus wept
Cuz even Jesus wept
Why does today I'm feeling like a disgrace
In my headspace don't catch me
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
wanna get to popping shit
Run em down like Tomlinson
Y'all know who I'm mobbing wit
I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't
and EBT
The government got me
Y'all mad behind screens
Debating validity
I'm chilling watching the Girls Gone Wild DVD, man
They scamming credit cards
I
my name
I just want the fame
In the game
It's such a shame
You such a lame
Now get out the way
I'm here to stay
Now where's the throne
I'm 'bout
Who's next to flip on that cat
With that grip on rap
The most shady, Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I may be
May see me in DC at Howard Homecoming
why these Jesus pieces
(I’m blessed up)
And I know plenty niggas sold there soul
(Know plenty)
But I’ll never ever sale my soul
My heart cold
Yea my
The rapture ain't awards, it's a right
'Cause we are joint heirs with Christ now you understand why
Alertness' key to those who'll make the rapture
I refuse
climb this mountain to outshine
All of my competition who just sits there and doubt's my crazy ways
Who hates my mouth, why, my foul lines only contain
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
who don't believe it
Where do I begin
So many words were written of
The coming of the Lord
A thousand years of prophecy
Just can't be ignored
God in
the truth is, is Jesus Christ
Who said he is the "Way, the Truth, and the Life"
And Clearly by the tactics and actions by the Kingdom of Darkness
We see that
Don't let me look in the past, look at where I was at, before Jesus had rescued me, held Me tight
Help me be the best version, during this conversion,
but after days reappeared
Jesus Christ anointed one ascended in the air
Or you can say the air where the Father made Him heir
Of all things the throne
disturbed by anyone
Not many days later these his son
Gathered all his things to a far journey
Where no one can see him
He thought it was the right thing
A lot of y'all niggas is 85th, on some shady shit
Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit
In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get
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