Lyrics:
Joined with repentance
But it wasn't what it seemed
I had to lean and wait on God
To manifest my new being
And He did it
He's faithful
Just try Him and see
His driver's license said James he went by Jim
A gangster wanna be and baby that was him
He stole his uncle's 44 last Friday night
Said if I
"Drop dead!" "What??"
"And by the way, thanks a lot and uhh
Fuck you and that little nigga for cock blockin!"
"Now you know this just don't make no
Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?"
He said "Nah," that's when I knew
(It's a 6Foe beat)
Yeah, yeah, that type of time
Uhh
Told Duff put some gangster shit on, nigga
Huh, how he bomin'?
Huh, 2021 with an R&B
you dealing with the king
G.O.D give you exactly what you need
I already know that I can not change ya
Just tryna convince you that you need a savior
to make raps out of my gullet"
So I remit, retreat
But don't admit defeat
He didn't say I couldn't do it
Just that he wouldn't be my feat
Now I gotta move
(uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (boom,
You know that he has a speech disorder
Please, you don’t know my kind
I diss every single person that smiles
At me and it’s alright, yeah
Pissed off
doing my best
So I send one up to God and I pray
LORD please will you take this thorn away
But He said my grace sufficient homie be dependent
But God do
West African for he who wins a struggle
And I'm him, that guy, my parents prophesied
I would fight for my people and win, God called me and I answered
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
slick that they have it in their mind that they've got God tricked
The Most High, he won't be locked in, he holds the world, and he won't be boxed in
He
Set free by the blood
God don't care what you was
He just care that you come
Leave the rest to above
Uh, leave the rest to above
Made new, stuck in
to that nigga Puffy cause
That Loco got me wasted
Standing on the top just blacking
Out like I'm a racist
Tip be gotta nigga on some
Fuck a mixtape shit
she just wanna fill it
But her heart was so full of hate towards God
She never made room for the healing that he could've given
She couldn't let
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the tomb
And he was gone from me.
John says
I remember that day
The stone rolled away
The burial cloths folded so neatly
And his body just gone
Who would
a diva, so dramatic
But that's the price you payin' if you want my magic
Not the kind of lover you can just get back with (no, no)
If you're gonna
Gotta Talk With God, He Dont Listen To A Nigga Do Intentional Sinning Lessen Attention He Giving?
Are My Prayers Thats Going Up, Hopeless Aims & Me
just a front
Don't give the blind man pity
He's got eyes all over the city
Don't let your guard down because that is what he wants
With the pedal
to give, and God's to take away,
But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.
Maybe it's just one of those things
One of those
girls go
Stop makin' shit
That's for sure
At least she can do James Brown
She can do any of you larger chicks
She was movin' her feet, she was movin'
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