Lyrics:
(What happened to Atlanta)
You remember 9th Ward ran the city?
Pull up with that shit
I did a song with every nigga that's bigger than a bitch
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
Both
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Psalm 23 is what I live by
Yeah we no dey fear at this side
Anything I say surely comes to pass
cos the greater dwelling on the inside
They been
old book of Psalms
I’m an Angel...Shyan Adonai Selah
Anointed by the king of the Six Pointed Star
It’s like Marvin when he sing “What’s Goin On”
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
The path he made, the steps we take We're never alone, his love awake
We sing our song, we do our dance And by his grace, we have a second chance
Psalm 150,
aggressive I'm testing my limits
I'm going up that will never diminish
Devil is working but I have repented
And I'm growing stronger by every minute
and self-control
Now here we go
Fruits of the spirit
I live my life by them one day I'mma die by them
I'm everything I do's a commitment
And if my will's still free,
acting
Like I’m Mr fucking happy guy
Then ask my why
I ain’t say hi
When you passed me by
That shit’s soft
Stupid questions get
Me pissed off
Then I’m
twisted, still uncut and explicit
Uptown's where I'm listed, look me up in the 3rd Ward
You might find me on the Parkway between ????? and ???????
Smokin'
credit, I just move them out the way
Psalm 139 just to tell em how I'm built
Hand crafted by the father and he made ya boy with skill
I ain't cut like
good and my soul right
Wake up happy cuz my God died
For my sins I'm loved by
Father up Heaven
Made this all in six
Rested on the seven
Blessed is your
Strange, I'm a bad magician
Suna kira ni Anansi
Now let me break down that long division
Champagne sipping
Swag stay dripping
I'm getting blinded by
school, could of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat
We gon
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
Fourth Ward, I'ma need a pot (yeah)
Superman with that 'caine, bitch I'm Bruce Wayne (haha)
Super fly, bought the mall, call me airplane
My bitch red
of a blue lagoon
Now I'm crazy as a loon
Cabin fever has ravaged all aboard
This once proud vessel has become a floating psycho ward
We were sailing,
My words shall live on beyond eons
Against all the odds from pariah to writer of psalms
Transcriber of fire these bridges I burn by the song
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane
the sky is the limit
We came in we made it the critics debating
Used to dreaming what a good feeling
All these years passed by wonderful meanings
I'm highly
a difference
I have no tolerance for black ignorance
I keep striving, driving 'cause I'm driven
By the course of Allah, the true and living
Cream
And I'm climbing
Not by my own by God's grace He elevates
A Ward from the Saga as He opens Heaven's Gates
Say yes to the loss say yes to the cross
Get down
know, you don't know me (nah uh)
I'm waiting for my opps to come, they better show me
And I talk how I talk, bitch blow me, woo
Fuck you talking
Let me hear a stone croak,
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folks
Gettin nowhere fast
While the ho on the corna
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