Lyrics:
Relax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)
This pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)
Lord, I mean, I'm only followin'
still
And the water don't flow
Heaven couldn't stop me then
Hey
Hidee hi
Good lord willin
And the creek don't rise
And life goes by
Like the fireflies
the both us
A man of my word, got the gospel guiding us
I bow everyday for everytime it shines for us.
Kweti choka nikutali but you still with us lord
table you know
The poker chip is your soul, are you still willing to roll
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Told to walk by faith I still
God and God of All Creation
Even when I see you
Now what else to go
Even when I see you
Now what else to go
God is the rhythm of my life
My help is from
you niggas acted like parasites
Oh my goodness, look at what the youth is doing
All that knowledge they be spilling
I guess hip-hop is still breathing
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
words
When I tried telling you my story
Have no reason, still don't trust me
No, I'm not a cheat or liar
She brought love, she brought joy
She
shame and all my guilt Lord this is killing me
Bury this addiction please before it bury me
There's a small voice in my head telling me I am free
Its
the spirit be your guide
Had so many burdens atop my shoulders till I kneeled down at that altar and cried
Repent of your sins if you're still breathing it's
worth racing the crime rate
Sweat drippin' from my fitted giving niggas chills
Only ones who standing still, the ones who on the pills
Summer school
the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If
still
Oh lord!
Now I'm a hop skip and a jump from living out my dreams
Paying bills is how I feel
Never desperate to steal
I get what I want
In this
they’re not and focus on what N.W. Ayer was trying to say with that motto.
This is from a 1947 strategy plan for a De Beers marketing campaign,
“We are
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
him by himself, "What's up Tony?"
"Hey yo, where's the bitches at nigga?"
Where's the bitches?
Yeah, give me my space
Lord ain't enough time to chase
wondering whether the Lord is
Real, Because we all still live in real life horrors
I'm seeing right through your aura
I hope to see the day of my unborn sons
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
need me, I'll always show up
And when I'm walking down the aisle, to give you away
With tears in my eyes, this is what I'll say
You're my little girl
When the Lord took the wheel
I flew off and blew up
I woke up from a coma after 33 months
Doctor said my limbs do not
Work all that much (Fuck doctors)
song”
But we eased it right on by, yes, we did
And it became one of my biggest records too
So I want you to do this for me if you will
Everybody think
the sequel
Looking at each other as equals, but who can understand
That this man was sent by the hand of the Almighty
Yes I'll stand by my people, yes I
Doing it Solo don't even doubt me
In my new city, you know where the clouds be
Yoda taught me this, I'll show it proudly
Know that this is not a lie
Hell
Have an encounter and live to describe it
Most stories would start off by them saying, I Saw my body lying as my spirit ascended
The light surrounded me
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