Lyrics:
of this livin
If you haven’t seen the story of my life, I was play by Bruce Willis
Die hard, or never say my name bitch
I believe you just exceeded all
back it up and put it down like
Look, this nigga asked me what my name is
I told him FVN but baby you can call me realest
When I’m walking by already
in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray
the spirit, my God filled me up
Reborn by the water, so I leveled up
When it comes to my life, my God's in command
Got blessings too big to fit in my hand
Got
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
and my bros gettin cheddar reelin' side by side side by side (let's go)
I just chopped the chicken, put it in a bezel (put it in a bezel)
Caterpillar
on the bench
My dreams and my goals, my heart will fulfill
I put all my trust to God and live by His will
I used to just dream and believe it would be
But I
on the floor, from above I watch it all
Yo it came to me, the pain in me
Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be
It strangely seemed, like it was
it. I just ask for forgiveness in the church with the reverend. Cause I live to move and I've moved to live. And I talk to God cause the church don't
‘til tomorrow
Pray for joy
Pray for laughter
May we say we lived “happily ever after”
Oh how our world has gone astray
it seems all in disarray
Oh God
'm a fucking outcast but I'm always in style
I can do bad by myself I don't need no crowd
I dont wanna walk inside a club unless they pay me now
All across
sight, yeah, but what I hear
See, all I can say is God's been good to me
And he can be good to you
I'm gonna sing it again, trust in the G-O-D
He will
Judge me
Ima leave it in Allah
A-Ram Rub hands like Birdman
Wayne said no cash money
Only this young money
My world been broken apart
I don't know how
Throw him in a lake
Fuckin feed him to the Lochness
Black Smurf I'm Coppin
Something that burn
Nose hurt its bloody
This fish scale it burns
Ima churn all
drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I
in the morning not by my making
Am so loved by God can't be forsaken
Getting ma daily bread he's steady baking it
Real life talk no time to keep
you see in me
It's your dickhead impaling me
I'm a God
I'm a deity
When you giving
That 'd' to me
Bro I know
What you see in me
It's your dickhead
hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
And I got my right hand on that pussy
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin' on it
hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
And I got my right hand on that pussy
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin' on it
an extroverted world
Lost within in the crowd all my words go unheard
So much I wanna say but someone else said it first
Cause I was too busy contemplating if I
find it open
Beaten bloody broken by this bitch I kinda shot
It was on and off I got in the way
I got god involved I got Tylenoled
Like how stupid I
at His commands!
We walk by faith, don't sit or stand.
Love God love people is His demand.
Don't stress or worry, it's all in His hands
That's the same
(you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you, come on, and think about it
We ain't even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked
we all need love
yes ! i know you want some more
from what i said, just right before
so clap your hands to the beat of the sound
put your hands in
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