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to do
But he damn sure is capable
Of robbing me and you
See, when them church doors open
We enter 'em fast hoping
But slick words are spoken
That trigger

eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass
I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass
I shit on the church's mass
Sacraligous I'll sever your body something

but purchased, God is eternal
God's church the bride we are sanctified
Let me sing it out to him writin' songs rappin' them
Died and rose again shed

the only white boy out here that don't got a gimmic?
Hm well I guess it ain't on purpose, they flip for my throwaway verses
Walked by a hospital after

it by any means
Word to Malcolm X
Never trust ya Ex
Even if the sex is best
On to the next man
I ain't gotta flex man
I'm just getting checks man

They say they keep it a hundred, I keep it a hundred and one
Yup, yup
God blessed these hands, why would I go get a gun?
Yup, yup
Life threatened by

Knowin' cops been takin children
I been thinkin' bout that cop that took my mans
Ain't shit could heal me
Hop out boys pulled they shit on me
Round

Ain't nobody snitch on you, you did it to yourself
I don't ever go to church and I'm still highly blessed
Meditate by myself and pray the Lord will guide

Locking me out yo I'm vicious
I'll rip the door straight off the hinges
Im going in, there is no stopping us see my team we go for the win
I say it again we

quest
I started doing drugs at the age of 15
And by 16 I was doing way more than just the green
Forced out of the church, but I fit right into the drug

raised by streets and O.G.'s
Cause the people who brought you here somehow is gone?
Shit I feel for all of y'all
Half the niggas I know either use

to be like B&Q without the bathroom essentials & tap out
Surrounded by philistines, snitches, and gossip squawkers
Fast and furious like the rock, but you

Best Part Of Me

Written By Tree Wilson

Intro:

Do you wanna love me baby
Do you wanna love me baby

I can’t pretend I’m not in love
I can’t pretend

grace fam
Church

It's renegade
Uh abstract minded
Masterpiece from the grind up way I design it
Diamonds out of pebbles in a way that refine it
Everyday

Sober alone open dome 'til the poems fall out
I got a grill only gold in my mouth
cll uphill when the soul is in doubt I'm dead awake
When I walk on a bed

with the kid
When he merc everything that he flirts with
Worse it's a curse but he blessed from the birth every verse is hearse took em all to the church

thankful cuz shit could be worst
I could of been dead laying in a hurst
I try change my life rappin in church
Look at me now that shit ain't work

I get it I

years by His grace, I avoided gangs and The drugs
And the fornication, and gave Out disease and babes
Outta wedlocks, the girls on the Block was sobbin'

Flick it up
Flick it up and let that penny drop, penny drop

I'm killing this game all day to stay
all these bitches going real cray cray
Hola is just

ninjas did
Your laughter is a clanging in my ears
But my anger's misdirected by haranguing all my peers
'Cause i saw the dude who took it, he looked a tad

Jagz!
This thing right here is original
Ey and by the way when you see the red light
You better take caution get up, get out and get money
These niggas

Living lawless telling lies on my mother's cordless 
I was a virgin my homie was like on his fourth abortion 
Go to church and feel like a tourist

it for the money like I am Joker
They tried to get me out the deck
But I bounce back like a jump roper
I'm making threes and by that I mean pointers

with that pistol
I etch-a-sketch your body boy
And I bet you that they'll miss you
But not me, oh not me
I pour x out for my heroes
But I ain't