Lyrics:
Thank you Fizzle smoov, what’s good baby?
I been doing this shit these
Lil’ nggas dream about
I popped a Perc’ now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets
havin' no seasoning
If you try to rob me then you dreaming
Man that AR gon' make him meet Jesus
We had a wonderful year too
Feel bad for the ones that
life
And this mystery love
I'm a kid when it comes to
Growing up in this slum
By the way, you are borin'
If you living life, ignorin'
What it is you
the prophet
Kid in Gaza with no options
Kill his mama, you don’t see the problem
So he join Hamas and now you wanna bomb him
When I’m talking Jesus
I don’t mean
and post and then delete it
They want the drop just so niggas
Could pull up and get even
But this 30 in this glizzy make
A nigga talk to Jesus
Take a look,
that pussy
Blew it like TNT
Fetty comin' through, out the roof
Exponentially i'm mixin' chemicals and these
Hoes want chemistry
Stick talk, pistol,
a horizontal posture
Up in Heaven at the Biggie Smalls
Kurt Cobain joint band concert
Me and Jesus getting back rubs
In a bathtub by a chick with a black glove
Here this nigga go with
This police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend?
(Thank You Fizzle) never talk to strangers
I was taught that
Me and and you got discrepancies
We ain't even got to do maths
Not a molly
And a perkiest ain't even half
They talk on me
But it's cool for
But I get
of this world
against spiritual wickedness in high places
Ive said it once but I'll say it again
Jesus coming back and might not be your friend
you
IT SLY
FUCK IS ON THEIR MIND
THEY AI'NT THUGG~IZM
MAKE ME WANNA ASK
WHATS YOUR BLOOD TYPE
RUN IT BY THE OLDER G's
IF YOU AI'NT GOT NUTTN TO HIDE
something like the Mona Lisa
Oh my Jesus it is him the monster on the feature!
Pay him double cause the magic on the pen is lethal
Lethal weapon guns
gods all the other shit irrelevant
Oh lord my Jesus piece represent I'm heaven sent
While you still talk illuminati all that devil shit
I pull up
to teach us
By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness
And keep seeking where free speech is rare
And realness gets kept less
forward still
From the poorest to up by Lawrence or Forest Hill
But more than that, Skrillery Banks just chill
Make a home, just build in a zone, less
Shot by a Navy-Super-Hornet-Pilot
But you may not have known as back in 2007 congress directed the Pentagon
And set a, a twenty-two million dollar
catch-me///
hahaha all them toys is through//
Imagine me or IG giving a fuck for them boys in blue//
By the way this is that raw shit// that fuck a dirty
never leave from by your side
I can't believe you love me so much
This kind of mercy is so good to me
Now tell me I am your god
Jesus you are my god
Drop of Lucifer
[parody of Drops of Jupiter, by Train]
Now that he's back in the atmosphere
The drop of Lucifer is severe, yeah yeah... yeah...
He
faith in god after all the shit that he'd been through
One day the preacher drops by, says "boy, you had better change your ways
Lord knows you're
Dwelling on the days gone by
All of this wasted time
Why do I wait just to talk with You?
Burn away all the lies, inside
Remind me where You
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
hoes want to hate, and talk bad about a bitch
But mama told me, to never give a fuck
If that's what you go, be and be the coldest bitch
That
Tiger Woods
When I let my tech spit, niggas be chestless
So respect this, Dark quotes surrounded by smoke
I'm ill-hole, like thirty-nine devils in that
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