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it's hard
I pound the pavement while lifting my hands up to God 
People are frauds, they will take you for anything
To be gods and kings
Highway

such a supportive community
In the music world
And it just goes to show how much talent is out there

Hey Cass, are you watching Jimmy Fallon

God damn,

Thank God that I Woke Up, then go get my dough up
The city on blow up so I gotta move
Rummage through neighborhoods on promo game to build up my lil' name

of tricks, like David Blaine
Got Suave on the beat
This is already a banger
Going to hell like you said the Lord's name in vain
Glizzy in my hand, by all

means rebirth
All those who trust in Christ are
Born again by his deep work
It's why we have our hope and why
We see God splendid, it's only by Jesus that

notes on the pad acquired a new speech
Steady plottin on a million imma stuff it in the brief
Wake up blessed daily
thanking god for the better ways

I'm busy seein how they suck my dick

Pressing the trigger as John Whick
Stacking up my lyrics like Lego bricks
They dancing the swoosh dance like Nike

Fucker
Whole system got rigs even my hands covered
So if we playing John wick or usman your family lose one
Funeral home buy one get one free like Groupon

I promised to god I'm gonna make it, he knows
Uploaded to my heart and embedded like a code
Honor the creator by way of my soul
Ugh I'm gaining

the rain I was chained up
Living in the shadows no hope all chained up
Jesus set me free because I was chained up
John 3:16 For this is how God loved

by night
To the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre
For you, O Lord have made me glad by your work
At the works of your hands  I

they will never be lost
And no man can come to the Son unless he's drawn
By the power of God, that's according to John
Justified on the spot, sanctified

And with the help, the help of almighty God
I know I can be strong

Yeah, this is how to kill God
Yeah, this is how to kill God
Holocaust, Crusades,

shouldn't have been my opposition
I cannot help it, I did it with one hand
I'm a monster, John Wick, I did it cause I can
I spit it from my ear, I did it for

Tellin your friends I was weak
And you was never makin a sound i'm a king
You can tell by the shape of the crown
I can sling
Ain't no bird-brain makin me

take a month of Sundays
John said “Joe we need a plan – Sure could use another set of hands”
 A sense of emergency came over me and I said….

Just give praise, lil' nigga Just give thanks, lil' nigga
Pardon, forgive You got your hand to the blade, lil' nigga
I see life how it is You lookin'

doing too good and he been asking for you
In a few minutes i was by your side
No words spoken but your eyes showed me you was tired
We holding hands then

haunted by a sick & twisted poltergeist?
Whoa. That's not very nice. But I'd say it twice
Cuz all these people seem to do to me is demonize

They just

Yuh
I'm ready to fight
We going to
Look

I'm ready to fight, we going to war
Spiritual weapon won't die by the sword
Really so rich when knowing I'm

and flow hard like the Wu Tang Clan. 
Like John 10, no one is able to snatch the blessings for me out of my Father's hands. 
In Jesus name I pray. cmen!!!

involved no be by hardwork
Na baba God o no be my hand work
Eko
The hustle's not ending bros
Till u get paper like suggestion box
If you focus right you go

Not Laying Down

John, not layin down, let you clowns be alerted, flirted with the complex, dangerous flex,
All I say is, who's next, when

my blood and I'ma pass it on because it's tribal
In Africa, if you fuck around, you catch a rifle
That's word to, swear to God, put my hand