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A handout I'm in the trap beating grams down, all of
These niggas they fanned out all of these niggas my son, whip out the stick
Make em run Shawty

my way
And when I see my sons
It’s a brighter day
And in my darkest hour
Will I be redeemed 
Cause I’m haunted by my past
Can I make it clean
I know I

Fuck em up like I’m Tupac

I don’t tolerate man I’m through that do it by myself man I’m good son

Pretty humble when you good to me but I’m a lion if

i'm staying loyal to the crew
I don't tote pistols but I got a few lil water guns
Makin' money by the minute, never running outta funds
No i ain't been

Son, another one will come each day of those who teach a different way
To them all I say I know, This way helps your heart to grow
The good book suits me

superior
Dominion lion ox man and eagle cerebral
The firstborn son is the king territorial

Breaking back like stepping on cracks in the firmament
A stone

bout females
That's the least of my worries
I'd be dammed if your bro got jacked
In the side of the flats
Where we all get money

Jakes can't stop me
I'm

WORKING ON A BUILDING BRICK BY BRICK
OH, BUT I KNOW WHO'S THE ARCHITECT
THE KING OF KINGS, THE LORD OF HOSTS
THE FATHER, SON, AND THE HOLY GHOST

HIS

ours, but we should've known

It all comes flooding back
The fistfights in the locker room
I feel my fist collide with you
There was anger in your eyes

of the Pharisees, the Lord is saying in this hour, can you please just
sit down and take your own advice

I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I was fighting

way to thank you, for all that you have done. No matter how old I get I will always be your son. Riding trikes and my dirt bikes, and crashing in

ends meet
It's hard to find a job when your
Beard is all they see
"Stay away from the cables," they say "I'm going home in one piece"

You don't know my

a rough rider on that Dark Man X
The beats made me, grow up quick – Hustled by Hustlers the glow up sick
Fraudsters were models in nice threads, wallabies,

Through the echoes of loss
Baring the burden of his cross
Prays to the Father
Son your screams are not lost
Numb to the bruising of his heart 
Chanting

roll up some

Calling me my bro 
Do you know God 
Not all
Most high dwelling with son

Ah ah 

Father got the spirits on top 
Walk their way 
Till they

front of the trap
That 308 blackout
We'll get you wacked
I made my lil bro
Put his gun in your back
I make neggas feel
Like they under attack
I'm straight

I know I live a perfect life 
Feeling so fine
The world is mine
I’m the perfect son
of a perfect god
I can have all that I want

No blood but gold

for my man i know he was delivered by your hand

the worst feelings, for your dead son
But I'm chosen by God, I can't lower His expectations
This world, is not like, they promised
They promised, you promised

the pharisees stayed  away from  
Until Jesus came  and said them that  this is still my son ! 

I made an album but I cancelled it , climbed up to the  ladder ,

And say, "Hey we gotta rethink strategy here,
Y'all are doin too much killin!"
Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe
There'll be another child dead by the end of this

just getting started

And all along the way 
The devil met me to say,
"You’ll never make it wherever your goin’"

But I paid him no mind,
I told myself

fucking store Blow a bag and I'll get some more
But now I'm living my life Maybe you right
Spend a bag on some shit I like Think about taking your bitch, I

Oh, holy mother
Please forgive your sinful sons
Oh, holy father, forgive us
We know not what we've done
Oh, holy Spirit
Come and purify my soul
Teach me