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Jesus
Now I'm counting my blessings
And no devil dare to contest me
There is no power formed against me
Cause my prayer my utensil
Only when you believe

process
Pray for the fame
Pray for fame to cut off everyone I keep close
I ain't been the same for the past 12 months
Got a pandemic in my mind
And a clinic

on the floor
Cause a devil's in my bed
And the reaper's at the door
I can't ignore
That I ain't knowing what's in store
And I'm on borrowed time
So I'm living by

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You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

Bullshitting telling the tales
No fairies around just turnarounds
From hell
Devil got her horns
I rip up her mail
Potato on my lap
And my girl on her cell

Talk

by pumpin' out love
I bet you thought I went away and died
But P.R.E.A.C.H. ain't gone run away curl up and hide
I got too much pride, family that

Walking with Christ doesn't make you immune to the trials and tribulations of life
And It certainly doesn't exempt you from the devils attacks
Matter

life provided by the paper
It's my savior, for dinero say a prayer
The Devil made me do everything for it
But God provided all the reasons it seemed

alright, when the time flies by
Prayer up to the sky, tryna feel this high
Remember all the times when I used to cry
This feels like summer baby, oh baby

cold so what I do now
Met the devil let me tell you about it
He has a rulebook wrote by layers
We aint sheep we chicken too afraid to know what's really

my prayers
Like I knew he would
The devil is a lie
Yeah
That's understood
He don't really wanna see me
Make it out the hood
But by the grace of God
Boy

for all my homies
Know the devil really is a phony
I don't worry bout him, he below me
Lost my brother, he ain't really hurt me

Now I know it's my time

us paid the price and paid all the expenses
He my rock and my salvation my defense so I ain't moved
Like a tool got the Bible by my side ready to shoot

talk with the devil


Hop in this car
On the way to the cheddar


Can't see him in person
I'm writing this lil letter


He live in the sky
I'll never

real quick, little cat nap
You wake up in a few months
Now how that happen?
Dummy motherfucker got his dome wrapped-ed

Damn, it was a wrap with

on the radar
Total silence cant hear you on the fader
On the knees still got you in the prayers
You stood by when I wasn't way up
No more Pimping don't wanna be

Fair warning, I ain't got no punchlines, ain't got nothing for you
Our worship isn't a song, it's the way of our life
It's a prayer to the Lord, Yea

days
Forsake my sinning ways, no longer blinded by the haze
Yo we not inside the grave no more
Life ain't a game your days are short
I hear the devil

home wit the Don Antwon this ain't hit and run
saved by the only son
There can only be one
Tell the devil it's done
I don't do this for fun
I ain't totin

alone
Let me get my mental health up to code

Devil be feeding me lies all the time
Want me to forfeit my fabolous life
Saying that my life is truly

Yee
The devil tried to come
After my voice man
I can still use that prayer though Even though they taking
The wrong turns and
You know
Finna get em

my, I got shot by policers
Oh, mama, I promise I used my blinker
Oh, my, my, my, think they scuffed my new sneakers
Adiders, my Adidas, went Nazi on my

the ghost of the law
But daddy was laughing all the way

Mama told me say my prayers yeah
But mama ain’t praying much lately
Daddy said this life ain’t never

from the slums we came so we never gonna retire
Got the money on my mind yeah
Got the gucci prada designer
For this side we ain't giving up life is