Lyrics:
True story I don't think twice, I kill em with one verse he nice
Too godly I'm FredThaGods student and son, Goodo lives on
Through these psalms
really say Thank You God
Leading by the Spirit , Leading by the Spirit..( eww whee)
Psalms 121 verse 2
My help comes from the Lord, who mad Heaven
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
purple Sprite
I was still sipping 40s
Keke's still pimpin' stories as
I'm passing by Yates
Stop and wonder if I'll
Ever enter Heaven's gates
I told my
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
next
There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward
His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward
He'll stab you with a sword, don't be
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
gotta lift my voice
Oh Lord, I’ve gotta lift Your name
Oh Lord, I’ve gotta make some noise
‘Cause I’m free indeed
By Your Word I’m redeemed and my heart
hospital
And see the boys, yeah
So we went to the hospital ward by day
And every night we were singin' away
Then the shells and the bombs 'til dawn again
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
through with the humps, I thump the shit out your block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop
Spotted some hoes, tooted my horn at the bitch
I come through with the humps, I thump the shit out your block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert wit' a cock
Spotted some hoes, tooted my horn
I'm Lil Saint
Illustrating with the art but I don't paint
Day by day
Deciding to go hard cause
I'm Lil Saint
Illustrating with the art but I don't
the song
Tattoos of my newborn son on my
Right arm by the psalm
I'm legendary like Iverson
Counting cash, splitting the pie with none
Never will I divide
down, face down
Face down, face down
Fila like my playground
Go to club, drink, get chased 'round
I'm in Fifth Ward, me and J now
You givin' cash to these
trees everywhere I go
Plant a seed in this greenery blooming watch it grow, blooming now watch it grow
I'm in the sticks
I'm by my lonesome once again
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
of all my enemies
Just like Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane
[Repeat Refrain]
I watched the sweetest psalm stolen by the choir
I dreamed
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
its pieces and my face with its features
Are being stitched together like they've been made by a seamstress
In my mother's womb, I'm being woven
No we don't beef
On house arrest with a assault rifle
I can't even leave say my name
Ima make that GANG pull up where you sleep
I'm surrounded by
as I'm
Passing by Yates next
Stop and wonder if I'll
Enter heaven's gates
I told my cousin D at TSU "I smoke trees
I think the Lord is calling me
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