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My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind, I make perfect sense
If you aren't real then all my prayers aren't worth a cent
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My thoughts just keep picking shit apart all day
And in my mind, I make perfect sense
If you aren't real then all my prayers aren't worth a cent
was
Preached to you
R and G King
Walking with God Almighty
Jesus has risen
Y'all won't find His body
I'ma praise the Lord
While bumping in my Audi
tell y'all there ain't no rapper out there as slick as me
I can make a hunnid songs in my sleep, that's me
Mind you I got so much bars I feel like Eminem
and through the eye of a needle
Now, in all my research at the church, I haven't found out what God would do if it wasn't for
Loving difficult people in spite
block with
This college is making me mad this life
I feel like shooting myself in the
Hand so I could never write
Freestyle all my life ‘cause
I feel
And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
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cult classics in my eyes, and I kind of like them
And I decided, I like that album title so much, I wanted to really exemplify it in a new song, and this
to my enemies
Christian radio won't play my song
For somethin' I said
Trump campaign stopped workin' with me
I chose the Bible instead
Never deny Christ
flawless lessons
Blue print for all your questions
Christ purer than water in destin
Florida
Before you meet
God the judge
I suggest you get yo life in order
the profit that you pocket from what y'all sayin
Tired of drowning, only one name by which you got to be saved
Devil creeping in your life like a roach up in
Running to money straight running to gualla
I bully you niggas get stuffed in a locker
Lyric he kick it like he playing soccer
And cooking whipping
Donald Trump, I keep building
Towards the top with one option to keep living
I keep a knot in the rope they keep dropping the soap
I keep my eye
Said he gon rob me, wishin he would, wishin he would
Got a baddie baddie ride me Kawasaki in a Maserati
All these niggas thinking they can touch me must
the diamonds and the rough
Never on pause gotta redline
No sleep 'til me and my dogs
Make it big time (woah)
If he's talking shit, then he's asking for
light it is living inside
Pin it to the cross
All died for one so one died for all
The things that I saw
I thought they were dead
But they're still in my
with your kids so you owe one
Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash
He gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run"
Gave her a pill, they
knowing they were wrong
I've helped so many people exposing myself in all these songs
Don't cry for me
Cry for tony he deserves it more than me
His mother
your heart, he will fillt he part
Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, in youuuuuuur heart
Take it to God, take it to God God
Take it to my God, your God, take it
skates to the nearest location to break out a beer
While the bailiff just jails me against all my tears
He don't care for the fears
He don't care for my
exploded mid-air and left long smoky, slinky trails, and he had several of each kind in case I needed to review them all at the end, and I'm thinking:
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I get busy
Don't get tipsy
Doing Gods work
I'm like John Cena to all my demons
They can't see me
Imma new creature
But It was hard being patient in
up in the kitchen, makin' money by the minute
Why all these diamond, they drippin', these brothers, they trippin'
They think a little different, they
a love boat
Y'all don't pop no toast, softer than that dust soap
Pull up in that black Benz coupe like fuck it
Trapping on Tuesday, fuck the narcs, fuck
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