Lyrics:
by-pass-by ether.
Nighttime on a a reccy.
Signals in the air by 6. All u sense - reifer.
The weight you speak of's underage y money.
Blundatareign gets out
hit bae
Please don't fight this bae
You may have done it before
But nothing like this bae
Have you for dinner for sure
I hope you bite back bae
Just lay
love to fuck with me they loving the stroke game
You watch games of throne, with ya bitch I've thrown game
Know it ain't too hard to listen
When you hear
worshipping
Cut the heads of the fawns
I've done this since dawn
I am not the form you search for
Lifting the shroud
Lazarus was lifted with my gown
I am
the day of the week
Taking it by stride if you know what I mean
No harm done, no offense taken by me
So let's rap, we'll catch up to par, what's
the early days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going
when you speak into her heart
'Cause if it breaks, she may not come again
[Chorus]
I've been waitin' for your love and it's been here all the time
do it yourself
If things were left down to me
There would be no gangs, no crews, no teams
And see what you can do by yourself
To get the job done, you
don't need to be coerced for me to move in reverse
I'm checking out from everything that's had me so immersed
I work to make money for my rent and my food
a good reason
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll for a good reason
[Post-Outro]
By the way, who is this beast you speak of?
[Part 11]
[Verse 1]
Everyone
gone, but not forgotten
But you are gone, and I'm thankful for who you were
Said everything in song, but blinded by the curtain
Makes me wonder about my
bout His love.
Dipped me three times.
I came up with blood.
On the day of Pentecost.
When the work was done.
I began to speak in unknown tongues.
day
I'm a'goin' home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Goin'ta fear no more
Mother's there,
What is appealing to me really says some
About my character
But I'll work for better days
Yeah I'll work for better days
You plant boldness in our hearts for us to go out there and preach the good news
Because every single one of us we are Your ministers whether we work in
cruel
Car I've still got love for the ones who hate
Love for the ones who love me
Love for the ones who snaked me
Love for the one who cussed me
Look, I
the streets, there's no running for help
Only come for the wealth, won't touch her, she comes by her self
The lonely stoner, her soul is gunnin' for health
with me to place beyond what you see
There's more
There's treasure laid up for you
There's peace I've provided in the midst of the circumstances you're
at 'em - as rapist
And after I'm done attackin' I can
Go to the candy shack for a snack and grab a pack
Of m&m then after I'm rippin' 'em
Open- I go
are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post
L.A, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
bricks
Don't call me by my government, call me Masta
My music meant for all the trappers and bastards
Trying to find out their place in the world like
eighteen holes I had to work up
Work I had to work off
Going back home and a drink gon’ help me out
So I gotta get the come out
Yo, where’s it coming? Cummy
these blows
While you rise to see the sun
Who you love a pull you down
Trying to discredit the works you have done
Some can't satisfy with the past
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