Lyrics:
or in front of a line
We caught now just a victory
Real nigga sticks to me (My dog)
People think that I beg for me
Now I smith empty I climb for me
Oh,
of tools to let me change the course
You'll reject me
But intercept me
Respect me
Allow me to be free
I don't want to be
The last in line
Tiptoeing through
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
I'm surrounded by turbulence
Looking for an opening
No denial
crcadian dreams
Simply living
Stand here with me
I'm on fire
Quietly
crcadian
I'm
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
Uh, Felli Fel, Ne-Yo, Yeezy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy
Keep tellin' me you got a man
But he can't do what I can
Let me, show You what you been
God, bless these words, dear God, bless how I think
Dear God, draw the line, they tryna confuse 'em with me
Dear God, please forgive me, you knowin'
John's an American journalist
Doesn't know how it came to this
Reporting on a Middle East's crisis
Taken prisonner by terrorists
Since the day that
before
On me lamp rounds
Oh yes, I have
But I'm at pains to explain it's not my line of trade
Buying flowers and chocolate mice
It's just the thought
Brudda to send me the track cuz he know ima run it
Told John to just send a beat
T-T-Told John to just send a beat, ima run it up hunnid
I hop
harmony-thine
'Believe in me', once seemed a good line
Now belief in Jesus is faith more sublime
Head in the clouds but I can't see the Lord
Short
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
they will send them to die by the score
Aborting mission should be your volition
But if Souter and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line
[Incomprehensible]
You know them people be strugglin' every day
You got to get up, get out and move your body line today
Say listen to me people
Live love live I can't feel ya
Them niggas trynna kick it but can't kick it like it fifa
And They was trynna see me but can't see me like John Cena
ain't no happy cell
Is John 3:16 ever gon' ring a (?) Yeah
I can't hoop like Mike or sing it like Adele
But when I got God by my side, I promise I'll
slain
The air's full of smoke and death and all kinds of pain
And we're haunted by the whistle of John Hess' train (Haunted by the whistle of John Hess'
me and Jesus was tight, nigga
In John's book, shit I was damn near the nigga's daddy, you know
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
burning
Funeral Fyre
They'll flock by them masses
Funeral Fyre
Last rites outside the Ganges
Funeral Fyre
Burn me up on this pyre
End of the line for me
a holy knight in the desert sea
Not a part of the Holy See,
Vatican ever pull that shit again, get a special visit from me.
I'm John wick with the Eli book
Yeah, playin' mine, fuck the time, nun but grind I don't fuck with lies, yeah, send it by
Come in mind, like I'm put in line, I don't fuck with it
claimin j just keep calling the heat
is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?
J said (i thought you needed to talk to me)
(If it's a change
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