Lyrics:
Uhn My Lord, (it's me Again)
While we stay focused on what's important (Your Kingdom and salvation)
Can't help being distracted by these
your head in the scope
A bankroll of bucks is what these young niggas killing for
The game dirty on the streets, tryna deal yayo
Fifty clips at his
Na the things you do way dey make me want you more
Nobody perfect but your body na my treasure
Bow your head now make I pour you my anointing
No be
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the bitchin' to yourself
There's beams on every
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the bitchin' to yourself
There's beams on every
your uncle, bitch, I will not meet your aunt
Get this bitch singin' just like Mary J. Blidge
But I keep that stick on me I'm grippin' that baton
And I
nothing wrong with loving
Who you are"
She said, "Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up
Girl and you you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
sweets are payday, so I'm eating
One about every day, chasing with a Mary J
So, loud , I call it cray cray
Fuck what you said, I could only red
But you
hanging,
I know you had your demons dude and do the best you can,
I can relate, I too was part of the devil's plan,
But I needed you like Mary J and Method
should see some foot doctors
Got your bird chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that you knocked up ain't always gon' be
bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all shoulda ducked when why'all heard the cannon
now you layin deceased
[Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in
in my presumed fate
Came back stronger than renewed faith
Of an addict passionate for a new slate
This that old Farakhan off that Mary J. and D’usse
on the white look
I hit a zurg just to get a buzz
Graffiti artist type markers
Agrestic the best hit's from
Mary Louise Parker
Peter, ms Parker she got a fat one
murder she wrote
if doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
nigga, we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal,
waitin by your stairs like Mary J
Beat
we'd keep on going by
I've spent half of my life just trying to turn your head
From high school on to pushing thirty
The music's fine, but as I sell
don't know what to say no
Oh no
Showing off my cactus J's oh
Trynna feel the vibe, living by the shore but it's north from 305
I just wanna drive, South
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
it ain't no game
Imma keep it real
And ain't a damn thing change
I done stood out in the storms
And I've been drenched by rain
I know you look in my
up and come slowly to me
I'm shy I know that's a pity
But after two or three Bloody Mary
It's becoming more than friendly
This night is marked by
how I deal with the pain
I never pop pills no more
But me and Gang smoke back-to-back every day, Mary Jane
Niggas be hatin' on me, I know how that be
gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta
See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster
I bet my
gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta
See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster
I bet my
(explodes)
While you got sit up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low petro your metro
Politics keep the chicken heads gobolin'
Shit I'm drivin' in
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