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back in the day 
I wanna see god go all out his way to save em when they pray 
I wonder how the bloods gonna taste 
Bitch do you have anything you wish

the trenches where you gotta stay on your toes.
You never know who gon stay by your side or end up going ghost 
The day ones you thought that were ride or dies

the bottles
Purpose for the bottle, we on battles
A sip of the bottle, boning blows like pablow
Gets waste by night, SMS with bitches, bad
Girls and whores

like the braxtons
I can do this shit all by my lonely
Niggas made me figure out a way They never showed me
We won't talk about them rainy days
Cause

flexing on me is hilarious
Don't take it from me, I put in the work
Listen and see where I've been
I am the foretelling by the masters
Read by the scroll

advantage of me it's a one, two
Hey, no matter what I do Imma push through
So crazy gotta give me the book, ooh
Write good, they tellin' me write a book
But

tank so don't get in my way
Trynna' put the whole hood on day by day
Knowing everything good just gotta' be patient
Gas tank on E but I'm finding a way

cash by the hour





got us on corners 

You need that 

I got it



days I woke up

Heard my homie got shot at



Blacks getting rich man that just be

Higher power named Yahweh the mystery of the old me
Judgement day above the gates you'll see many men getting judged
But there's no gavel don't unravel

please
Keep all of my bro's safe
Too many good dying young
That's supposed to die from old age
Niggas glorifying popping Percs but don't no one notice
That

of bed like what was that
I ran outside with a baseball bat
I went out on the lawn with a Louisville Slugger
Hopin' to god that it was just a mugger
But he

looking lovely, Friday looking calm, Saturday's looking ugly
Good energies love me, It's only Him that's above me
Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Monday drove

you're capable of
I had no hope for myself
After I turned 18
But god's been very good
He knows where I oughta be
All I wanted was to hang with The crew

just switched hands

On God. Niggas out here buying blue checks, oh God
I have a nigga, snatch a chain like Rashad
Post a real nigga, quote you a facade

you
Oouu Cuz the fact is that I need you

Baby I found your old diary 
In that shack of ours by the sea 
You would write you would write a lot about me

come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion

been talking gotta lace it
I remember days making music in the basement
Homegrown in the KY
Boy I'm tryna stay high tryna get by
Get mine lick mine she

Not even worth a dime? Mistake of the god?
And You call yourself Satan's best play
Yes I have seen better days
Could have been worse nothing ever stays

rather stay and make a good damn day
It seems as a nation, we’re jaded to everything
Money done got us to places that God never wanted to get us in
But

working for a month of Sundays
Work your whole life to get to some day
A day you can finally get paid
But the sad truth it's only half way
Praise God for

me Dey gone hate soon as Dey see us winning

Every day I pray to God like forgive for my sinning
Dis that real nigga shit not drill music it's ah

these n***** hate me
I used to pray to god for safety til I got a little older
Wit my problems on my shoulders feeling like a roller coaster 
It’s my time

or the broad

On the other side I think of the finer things
Praising God no bills the joy of worshiping
Flying high with the Kings of Kings is not a dream
In

to trump me
In every situation I'm always the bigger man
I'm like America's team
And they just some bitter fans
This right here is God's Plan
You'd probably